I can see there's a green theme, because my first car was an olive green Fiat 850 Sports, followed by an altogether murkier green Morris, then a chartreuse Beetle. My last manual car was an emerald green Golf, so I haven't strayed far from my roots.

Only the French would marry the designs of an Italian sculptor and a French aeronautical engineer in an automobile, hence the DS's hydropneumatic suspension. It was semi-automatic with a gear stick but no clutch, and the gears still had to be shifted by hand. Our first DS will always hold a special place in heart because it ferried me through the rite of passage that formally made me a driver — the long-awaited L plates.
Even philosophers took note of the DS. Roland Barthes, in his essay 'The new Citroen 1957', described it as a "new Nautilus", and said it, "looked as though it had fallen from the sky … One is obviously turning from an alchemy of speed to a relish of driving."
And that's what I had — a relish of driving. You've guessed it, in my own quiet and colour-conscious way, I'm a rev head.
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