Your FIRST car was a 280Z turbo? Day-ummm ... What else you got?
Hey, it sounds good – and it was fun at times – but I got it near the end of its lifespan. Put it like this ... had to replace the oil filter every 1,000 miles, though it wasn't difficult because the straight-six for the Z mounted it on the side of the block. So the key was to put a pan under the vehicle and change it before heading to school or wherever in the morning. Usually didn't drop much of anything if you did it then, and you could easily put a little oil on the gasket to get a good seal.
But I was at our mechanics about every 30 days with issues that I didn't cause. The mechanics knew that, and so did my stepfather – the long-time caretaker of that machine. I wish he hadn't dealt it away a few months before I graduated high school ... if I could have kept it running through college, I would have restored that machine ... probably for a little less than for a new machine. Would have continued upsetting all the redneck rockets prevalent around here.
The current machine will do, though, and the redneck rockets don't like it, either. Sleeps a good bit more than a "Z," is highly dependable, low mileage, yet I was able to get a 65-inch boxed flatscreen in it to get it home.
Still want to test-drive the new "Z." But might have to go somewhere else to do so ... the local Nissan dealer so thoroughly POed my mother that she traded in her Frontier for a GM barge. I saw first-hand some of the garbage they were pulling ... one of them was trying to charge her more than $13 per quart of synthetic oil. Warned her that they were pulling BS ... she and her now-husband saw enough of it, too. Would take my future GT-R or Z elsewhere ... at least until I knew they were no longer acting like a stereotypical dealer "service department."
Never want to sound ungrateful ... but that Z, combined with driving and maintaining radio-control cars as a teenager enhanced my enjoyment of things automotive and appreciation of things that run correctly much more often than not, never mind being the son of a jet-engine mechanic who hammered home the importance of maintenance.