At 72 mph, it felt like it was going to fall apart. But when the 350Z topped 70 mph, it began to shake. This was true for the first three hours we spent on the freeway, but then, as we neared Palm Springs, the road opened up, the traffic thinned, and I stepped on the gas. You won’t be driving much faster than 10 miles per hour anyway. But the 350Z gives me the opportunity to offer my first bit of advice as a travel writer: When in California, rent a piece of shit.
She will think you are the man.”-did not make her smile, and I was not “the man.” The car made her nervous. The sporty supercharged Nissan 350Z I rented at LAX that the Hertz representative said was sure to make my wife smile-“She will smile.
