Tom got it right. I'd read 3 1/4 pages of this thread marveling that the real Daddy of Lambos (sorry Buzz & Countach lovers) wasn't mentioned.
As beautiful as it is in print, the Miura is eye-poppingly sexy in person. Anyone who's ever seen one on the street in the midst of ordinary machinery can attest to it's status as an automobile diety. Not to mention revolutionary in the most complete sense. All other mid-engine sports cars of Italian flavor owe their existence to the Miura.
I saw Nick Cage straffing Tampa Avenue in the Valley one evening in his original maroon Miura SVJ (one of six ever built). Sheetmetal formed of molten sex, and the sound of that V12 was unholy. Whew. I need a cold shower.
