I somehow met Zac and Mike at the Manhattan Classic Car Club (http://classiccarclubmanhattan.com/) 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 911's 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. As part of a new series of pieces we’ll be doing test piloting the CCC fleet.
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 its hard to beat.
And it attracts hot girls for a chat better than a small dog or a baby. So what more is there to say.
Classic Car Club: ***** More motoring than you can handle. For not much more than the price of a parking space.AC Cobra: ***** A primal heart-stopping beast.
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