If there was only some place to drive in a '68 Shelby? I grew up in the passenger seat of my dad's '66 Cuda, and I have no desire to take a spin in a fast, or sporty, car, and I used to love it. I'd rather garner the attention of mule deer with ponderosa pine needles in my radiator screen.
Now, if I could only put an end to the burn-outs performed by that driver of a SBC FJ40 on my lawn at 3:30 in the morning, just to prove a point about the 2F in the driveway? Oh, well, I'll take it snail pace and pay for the same gas/mile anyway.