Chevrolet Corvette Grand Sport, the ultimate form of the C2 Corvette platform. A 377ci V8, 550 horsepower, and the goal of going to LeMans and spanking the holy hell out of GT Production cars. That didn’t work, however…GM brass lost their minds about Zora Arkus-Duntov’s circumventing of the AMA racing ban and the cars were…well, “directed” into private hands like those of Roger Penske, Dick Thompson and A.J. Foyt for some “testing purposes”, now sporting 427 big-blocks for grunt.

The Jaguar E-Type, a British legend if there ever was one. An absolute gorgeous body shape, 150 MPH top speed, a 0-60 MPH spring that clocked under seven seconds, and one of the most revered straight sixes in history. There are many British roadsters of note, but the E-type has it’s own aura. To many, it is the quintessential Jaguar automobile.

AC Cobra. What hasn’t been said about this hybrid? You take the humble AC Ace, itself a pre-war BMW design, and let Carroll Shelby huff and puff and stomp Ford V8 violence into the engine bay without any kind of follow-up. Small block or big-block, basic Cobra or the sincerely wicked S/C models with the 427 side-oiler, the Cobra is still to this day a beast of a machine, the kind of analog car that makes purists drool.

Pile them all together and wave the starting flag. Is this heaven? I think so.