I drove maybe three of those vintage 300Zs. they were delightful. At one point Road & Track declared it the most beautiful sports car ever made.

Thing of it is, though? That vintage put big nerfy plastic bits everywhere.

I mean, does anyone ever think of The Virage when they think of cool, memorable cars?

I built a 4x4 TR-7 a good 30 years before "battle wagons" were cool. The only place I could find one in New Mexico was a junkyard that was also the official Aston Martin repair shop for the mountain west; the guy who ran it was a raging drunk who had a number of interesting critters lying about (2 dead Lotus 7s, a Lotus Sprint, a whole bunch of Abarth stuff). Occupying center field was an Aston Martin Lagonda that he had apparently been working on for two and a half years without getting it back to its owner.

One of the things I hate about this timeline is the Aston Martin Lagonda I didn't buy in the early 2000s is now a $350k car, despite the fact that everyone acknowledges what an utter and total piece of shit it is.