The Citroën DS was unlike any other 4-wheel beast that roamed the highways and byways. A paradigm of French chic, it was at once beautifully aerodynamic, romantically elegant and technologically ahead of its time.
My first encounter with a DS (I think it was a DS23) was sometime in 1980 – a rich colleague of mine owned one. Its ride was superb, thanks to the hydro-pneumatic suspension. The inner pair of headlamps would turn in sync with the single-spoke (more like a fat bar) steering wheel.
However, there were a couple of quirky features, like a rear-view mirror that was mounted on top of the dashboard, and a spare wheel that was housed under the bonnet.
It is a pity that auto manufacturers do not make distinctively beautiful cars like the DS anymore. Contemporary offerings all look alike, with character sorely lacking.