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Took the roadster up to "the big city" today to visit a freind and future owner. Until today it has only been on country roads, rural highways, and small towns.
First observation, big city roads suck, rougher than a cob. My local low maintanance country roads are like glass compared those city roads.
Ok, back to what this post is about. Since I spend most of my driving time on two lane roads I never got the full effect of what these cars do to people. I found alot of people drive hover crafts. You know, the ones that hover off your rear quarter or right beside you. Sure makes it hard to change lanes. Every place I stopped I was answering questions. Young kids, beautiful blondes, older people, it didn't matter. They all wanted to know something. When I picked up my freind Mike he got to see first hand what I was talking about. People yelling stuff like "Hey, look at that f***ing Cobra". While I was in a store buying a soda he was feilding questions in the parking lot. Everywhere we/I went people would watch, point, and sometimes shout.
On my way home, once in my own neck of the woods, I started reflecting on the day. I then realized at virtually no time was I not being watched. There wasn't anything I did during the day that somebody didn't see. I could drive my Ranger pickup naked and nobody would notice. If I picked my nose in the Cobra, somebody saw it.
Oh the sacrifices we make just to drive these cars.
Greg
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First observation, big city roads suck, rougher than a cob. My local low maintanance country roads are like glass compared those city roads.
Ok, back to what this post is about. Since I spend most of my driving time on two lane roads I never got the full effect of what these cars do to people. I found alot of people drive hover crafts. You know, the ones that hover off your rear quarter or right beside you. Sure makes it hard to change lanes. Every place I stopped I was answering questions. Young kids, beautiful blondes, older people, it didn't matter. They all wanted to know something. When I picked up my freind Mike he got to see first hand what I was talking about. People yelling stuff like "Hey, look at that f***ing Cobra". While I was in a store buying a soda he was feilding questions in the parking lot. Everywhere we/I went people would watch, point, and sometimes shout.
On my way home, once in my own neck of the woods, I started reflecting on the day. I then realized at virtually no time was I not being watched. There wasn't anything I did during the day that somebody didn't see. I could drive my Ranger pickup naked and nobody would notice. If I picked my nose in the Cobra, somebody saw it.
Oh the sacrifices we make just to drive these cars.
Greg
