Yes, you did. I hope you’re enjoying your 370Z. I haven’t even ridden in one yet, much less driven one.
How many times have you taken it to the track?
Zero. 
I need/want some modifications before attempting to track it (I’ll follow up with details in a PM), but due to an unplanned move in April I just haven’t had the money yet. I’m starting to think it might not happen this season.
I just bought a 1984 Regal in April. I’ve always liked the GM G-Body cars. My brother had a 1982 Gran Prix at one time and I had a 1987 Cutlass Salon in the early 1990’s
Overall Coolest:
Hemi Superbird
Fastest apparent, off the line:
GMC Cyclone
Best car & location index (lately)?
Trabant tour through Berlin
I recently drove BMW Q5 and it is an amazing car.
I had my own '57 Jaguar once. One of the worst cars l ever owned. But it was lovely to drive – not so much fun to spend every Saturday morning watching a high-priced speed shop fkeep it running.
Another very nice driver was my '66 Rover 2000TC.
I test drove a mid-80’s Merkur once at al used car lot, didn’t like it at all. Had a week’s rental of an MGB in the '60, didn’t really like that very much, either.
I test-drove a Delorean when I was about 20. I had stopped to admire it at the dealer’s and, since it was a very slow day, the guy asked me if I wanted to drive it. Probably didn’t hurt that I was at my most nubile then – 5’8", 130 lbs, blonde with big blue eyes and tight clothes. The car was a blast.
It’s been 40+ years ago, but a friend of mine (unfortunately now deceased) had an absolutely gorgeous '73 Firebird Formula SD 455, turbo 400 automatic, with practically every option available except for AC.
Back in those days, the person “least drunk” after last call drove. That baby truly was a monster as it could stick with or beat practically any pre-emission control muscle car and on regular leaded or unleaded gas. He didn’t have it all that long and I’ve since learned there was something like only 40 of them made. There were quite a few more Trans Ams with that engine, but not the Formulas which were much more innocent looking. (no screaming chicken decal on the hood)
This baby was red with a black bucket seat interior and quite the chick magnet. IMHO, the “ultimate” in cool cars!! 
Now, this might be stretching the point of the thread like a stretchy thing, but…
When I was about 7 years old I drove a Dalek.
Well OK. I sat inside a Dalek while a guy pushed it around.
Still… Dalek.
It’s tough to narrow it down to just one…but here are a few:
Most exotic: Ferrari F430
Fastest: My high-school buddy’s highly-modified '93 Mustang (it ran 11’s in the 1/4 mile at the time – not much faster than the F430, but louder and nastier for sure!)
One-of-a-kind factor: A few actual on-track Indy 500 pace cars, with strobe lights and safety harnesses and a complete lack of VIN numbers or license plates (drove one for several miles on public roads to a dealership to be serviced).
Not driven, but pushed!: The 1911 Indy 500-winning Marmon Wasp (priceless 1-of-1), a Le Mans Ford GT-40 (worth about a million bucks), various other vintage race cars.
Driven around the block 1968 Shelby GT500
Driven a hundred+ miles - 1968 Camaro RS/SS convertible
I’m hoping to get a chance to buzz around in my dad’s 68 Corvette 427 convertible before he sells it.
The first car I owned was a hand-me-down from my Dad: a 1979 Datsun 280ZX, blue with a silver hood. Like this. Fun car. (It had an in-dash 8-track player, but otherwise it was very cool.)
Coolest vehicle I ever drive was a one-off prototype armored military vehicle. What made it truly unique, was that I had led the program to develop it, so I was driving my own creation that I had started from scratch. Then I proceeded to nearly wreck it right before delivery to the government!
I don’t drive, and I didn’t really understand gearheads until I met the MX-5. Most of my life, cars had been boxes that rolled me from point A to point B. Some of them were more comfortable than others, but they were basically the same.
Then a friend of mine bought a mid-'90s Miata, and it took about two minutes in the passenger seat for me to finally get why people actually cared about cars. He wasn’t even done restoring it yet.
A couple years later, a different friend replaced her late lamented 626 with a brand-new MX-5 Grand Touring. We discovered, while getting lost in Las Vegas, that it has a turning radius equal to or possibly slightly smaller than the width of the cement median on Tropicana Blvd. She explained to me with unconcealed glee that the gear progression on those things is roughly logarithmic, rather than linear – she’s essentially bought a tiny zippy roadster for tootling around town, which also has a fine expansive top gear for speed-testing on the highway between Arizona and Nevada.
Nobody I’ve ever known had the budget to go beyond the kind of sports car normal mortals can buy for $30k, sadly. And I live in Boston now, where the worst possible punishment for owning a car is actually having to drive the thing around.