This is sad. Especially as Miuras have a very special spot in my heart.
[Personal story -- skip if uninterested] This goes back to when I was a little kid growing up in Beirut in the late 60's - early 70's. We lived in a condo overlooking the Mediterranean, facing a kilometer-long, perfectly straight corniche. On a regular basis, an orange Miura would come by and do a couple of acceleration runs on that road, in mid-afternoon, when everyone was having a siesta. The sound of that car going through the gears at full throttle is seared in my brain. You can imagine my scramble to the balcony the instant I heard that sound. And I always kept a pair of binoculars handy so I could follow it. Occasionally, the orange Miura would be joined by a yellow one and a white one. Three Miuras in Beirut along the sunny Mediterranean, in the late 60's; all at full throttle...