Enzo Ferrari once said that the Jaguar XKE was the most beautiful car ever created—and I wouldn’t dare disagree.
But I also might suggest that the AC Cobra is probably the sexiest—in a rough and dirty kind of way.
She’s definitely not the bell of the ball; more like the type who’d drag you to the bathrooms at the fancy charity bash.
Leaving you a little flummoxed as to what just happened, yet gagging for more.
I somehow met Zac and Mike at the Manhattan Classic Car Club many years ago when they were first setting up shop on Hudson Street.
It was supposed to be an offshoot of the original club in London. But it soon outgrew and outshone its progenitor.
How could it not in a city where owning a car is a nightmare.
Add the fact that in a city of playboy bachelors unable to commit, you can take whatever model you like for a spin today, tomorrow or next week, and it starts to look pretty damned attractive.
So attractive that I became a member and have been lucky enough to enjoy many of their charms from the mighty Ford GT through Ferraris, Lamborghinis and early model 911s for many years now.
They have a selection that would make all but the most hardened gear head get excited.
And of all of the range available, I’ve always had a soft spot for the AC Cobra. So I decided to take her out again.
Yes, it’s a kit. And it isn’t worth millions of dollars like the originals. But she has the looks.
And she wags her tail very convincingly if you care to try your hand at steering with your right foot instead of, or in combination with, the steering wheel.
Weighing in at bugger all, and powered by a small block Ford engine pumping out quite a few hundred ponies, she’ll definitely tickle your fancy.
There’s no heater. There’s no stereo. There’s no top. But that is all, quite frankly, missing the point.
As a visceral driving experience, it’s hard to beat.
And it attracts hot girls for a chat better than a small dog or a baby.
What more is there to say?
– Duncan Quinn
- Posted February 01, 2013
- Share on