You'd never guess the 350Z had Infiniti ties by sitting in one. Even after upgrading the fifty-cent center console, there still isn't much in here that says "luxury." Materials are only average, the sea of gray is boring, some stoned stylist decided on orange gauges, and even if it's personal preference, I wish the speedometer didn't get second billing after the tachometer. In the quirks department, neither the seats nor the doors match from left to right, the glove compartment is behind the passenger seat, the cupholders are hidden inside the console, and there are a million scattered cubbyholes, most of which don't fit much. If the sound from the speakers were half as hi-fi as the road noise, you could almost call this a stereo, and for over 30 grand, I expect remote steering wheel controls. All in all, call this a big step backward from the 300ZX's restrained, cohesive dash.
At least they got the important stuff right. The seats are grippy and firm, have just the right amount of bolstering, recline farther back than in most two-seaters and recline farther upright than any car I've sat in. The seating position is a little sedan-like (there we go again), the advantage being your legs rest easy with all that support, and the body's width won't cramp your style. I dig the metal pedals, which feel great on bare feet. There isn't a telescopic steering wheel, but the perfect seat means you'll never need one. The wheel still tilts and the instruments move with it (nice touch). Everything is easy to read and reach, and it's fun to check your exact speed with the secondary digital speedometer.
One gripe is visibility. The view out back is tall enough but the puny rear quarter windows make left-lane merging a guessing game. And whatever the St. Louis arch of a strut tower brace adds to rear suspension stiffness, it takes away in cargo space. 6.8 cubic feet is barely passable by hatchback standards.
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