The Fabled AC Cobra

about twice a year i start to get this feeling in my gut, deep down, so deep that there aren't many things i have to sift through to figure out what's twisting things up down there. it's my lusting for various modes of transportation. again, it's pretty easy to figure out, since there are very few that move me ('39 Knucklehead, '59 Vette, '55 Vespa GS). today, when it kicked in, i knew it was the Cobra. duh, i saw one this morning. undoubtedly a replica, but moving nonetheless.

my obsession with the Cobra started with one simple picture of my dad and his 289. after having him tell me numerous stories about this car, and the entire Cobra lineage, i was hypnotized and they've filled my dreams ever since.

i thought i'd include a few pretty pictures that i've ripped off around the web. Starting with a picture of my dad's:










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