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working at my Pediatric Internship was

worth the price. A spin around the speaker

stands at a local burger joint always re-

sulted in several guys following me out

onto the highway for a contest. Once a local

police officer driving a marked car asked

me to show him what it would do; no harm,

no foul. I tried my hand in the local SCCA

parking lot slaloms in which I had fared

well in my Fiat, but spent most of my time

spinning off the course and collecting py-

lons – much to the delight of my competi-


I managed to break a left-rear spring

shackle bolt after becoming airborne while

driving over a small hump-backed bridge

on a favorite rural road. My brother Jim,

yes, the one who floated me the loan, and

one of his buddies, without a shop manual,

spent more than a week repairing the

problem after removing the entire rear

suspension. Truth be told, Jim drove 2306

nearly as much as I did, making us co-cus-

todians of the car. Neither of our girl-

friends enjoyed riding in the Cobra. It was

too “rowdy” and they were too young to die!

March weather in Kentucky can bring

on a meteorological phenomenon that

strikes terror in to the heart of a Co-

braphile. We experienced an ice storm that

delivered an inch of frozen water on top of

2306 as it sat in the parking lot outside the

hospital where I worked. I had to tediously

peel off the rarely used tent-like top and

side curtains, climb over the side of the car,

and then drive it several miles to my home.

Each bump in the road brought ominous

creaks, groans and popping sounds from

the car that made me frantic. Once home

and in the garage, my brother and I care-

fully poured hot water over the compound

curves of that exquisite aluminum body to

slowly melt the ice. Much to our delight, no

discernable damage was done. That expe-

rience sent me looking for a junker to use

as a daily driver.

Reality crept up on me as I finished

my internship. I had to move to another

city where I could not afford living quar-

ters with a garage. Much to brother Jim’s

consternation, I began to look at possible

trades for the Cobra that I thought could

survive five years of outdoor storage. Alas,

no private party or dealership would allow

me more than $3,500 for the car against a

used Lotus Europa, a 911 Porsche, E-Type

Jag, or a tired Ferrari 330 GT 2+2. I ran an

ad in

Autoweek/Competition Press


was answered by one Ned Scudder, who

flew to Kentucky from “up East” and

bought the car for $5,500. He drove it

home!! My brother and I mourned for

weeks, while I bought a $900 1969 Corvair

Monza four-speed for transportation and

repaid the loan he had tendered me.

Brother Jim swore, when Ned drove it

off, that CSX2306 would not be the only

Cobra that the Maxwells would enjoy. I

doubted him, but he made good on his oath

about fifteen years later. Over time, he be-

came the long-term custodian of CSX2401

and CSX3288. He shares them with me

when our paths cross to reminisce about

our Cobra Daze.


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