When I was a kid my mom got the bug for an early Z car, so she went out on her own and found a 240Z. My father was livid, both because she went and found a car on her own without consulting him and bought it and because it was Japanese (my father was still driving a big block Mustang then and a Plymouth wagon). He spent the next 2 years cussing and complaining while he worked on it, but he had to admit, it was a fun little car.
I got the bug for them when I was in school. Junior year of college I ran across a guy in my home town that was selling an 83 280ZX for a song. Two tone slate blue metallic over silver, digital dash, basically loaded except it wasn't a turbo, although it did have the turbo hood. It had some rust, nothing really visible, but I had no idea how bad until a few years later when I was sitting at a bank drive through and pushed in the clutch. The rear seat mounts went right through the floor and I was suddenly looking up through the t-top. My buddy in the passenger seat starting laughing his butt off. Got it home, put in a strip of steel under the carpet to hold up the rear mounts, and promptly sold it to the kid down the street from my parents. Went out and bought a beautiful 87 300ZX turbo, which I dearly loved and drove hard for a few years. That Nissan/Datsun straight 6 was a great motor though, and absolutely bulletproof. A girlfriend of mine in school had an 82 Z, and she had well over 200K on the clock, and it was still tight and ran beautifully. If they could only have built the bodies the same way, I'd probably still own one today.