I like the original Infiniti G35. With 280 horsepower, it was the first semi-quick car I ever drove and owned. After hustling my tail off, starting new websites from the age of 11, I was able to buy a 2004 Infiniti G35 Sedan (not the coupe … it was an extra $120 a month for insurance if not 4dr). I did more reckless, insane driving in that vehicle than the rest of my life combined.
So for a time, I was that asshole teenager. Passing 5 cars at once on a 1 lane country highway road, zooming through state parks and using my GPS to manage the turns, and setting my speed control at 120 MPH were all things I may have done.
In fact, every Infiniti G35 I see nowadays seems to have been ruined in some way by an ill-meaning teenager (not me though, I was always well-meaning, ALWAYS AND FOREVER). They’ve all been lowered by a terrible backyard mechanic, or have stupid wheels on them, or they all seem to be covered in a mysterious grime with the rear bumper hanging off at a precipitous angle and the exhaust seemingly missing.
As good as the original G35 might have been, I’d never want to own one, purely out of fear of the people I might be associated with.
And that sadly happens to a lot of good cars, cars that everyone should want to own.