Where have all the heroes gone? That question popped into my mind Friday when I learned that Carroll Shelby had died at age 89.
To automotive fanatics like myself, Shelby was the hero of performance cars, starting in the mid-1960s when the Mustang, Camaro and Barracuda dominated our imaginations. Shelby took the Ford Mustang to a level never even considered with the Cobra and Cobra GT models.
While most of his fame came from his modifications of Mustangs, Shelby also shared some of his genius with Chrysler for a few years. While there he took an Omni and converted it from a commuter car to a fire-breathing monster that nearly went airborne when pushed to the limit.
Shelby was more than a gearhead and racer. He was a visionary who put an American-designed, American-built muscle car on a global platform. His appeal was more than mere mechanics and was clearly demonstrated a few years ago when Ford unveiled the latest version of the Mustang on the eve of the Los Angeles Auto show.
Rather than a traditional reveal, the event took place in an airplane hangar at the Santa Monica airport. Instead of crowd of jaded automotive reporters, the stands were filled with Mustang enthusiasts who had been gathering all day for the event. The parking lot was filled with their cars, fully restored, polished to perfection and displayed like new children at a family gathering.
As the new cars thundered onto the floor, the faithful cheered until their lungs hurt. But the biggest cheer was reserved for Shelby, who was greeted as a near-deity when he rode in seat in the latest Mustang. Afterwards he patiently signed autographs, answered questions in a soft Texas drawl and walked among the rows of Mustangs parked in the lot.
Shelby was also a fixture at the Barrett Jackson auction of Classic Cars in Arizona. His presence on the stage there was considered the automotive equivalent of a papal audience. His touch on a vehicle was like rubbing against a saint.
Where have all the heroes gone? Mine is somewhere smiling and trying to figure out how to make an angel’s chariot do zero to 60 in less than 4.8 seconds.
I like to get down with the darkies on the street corner. If you are looking for a good time, I'll do ANYTHING for some meth. I like it in the poop chute, just like my obese homegirl banasy.
Now see, i knew you would screw up soon. Got that ip addy now, thank you. Lol.
"Got that ip addy now"
Well.....I'm waiting genius.
Where am I then?
BWAA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
A few of us were talking about the muscle cars of that era until someone cracked an off-topic joke and the hag ladies set in. Seen it happen a hundred times here and on other news blogs.
And just what off topic joke would that be ?
And actually there were no posts from an actually, so how could you have been having a converstion ?
And the hag man who started it all, hag being derived from the word haggard.
You're right, bobcat; I've not seen a post by anyone named 'actually'; someone must have taken Umbrage© with your joke about the •ultimate• muscle car and you username, since they stole another known poster and bast ardized your username...I would take Umbrage with that, myself.
Not me @6:24PM
Memory lanes are long gone, summer nights under street lights, when you could tell what kind of muscle was coming just by sound of its exhaust, and even family cars could be had with 400 plus cubes.
First time any auto realy blew the doors off my 426 maxi wedge was by a SHELBY COBRA WITH THE 427; and I did not mind.
This blog – This Just In – will no longer be updated. Looking for the freshest news from CNN? Go to our ever-popular CNN.com homepage on your desktop or your mobile device, and join the party at @cnnbrk, the world's most-followed account for news.