The Citroën DS automatically imputes coolness of a high order in a way a vintage Ferrari can’t. You’re somehow instantly scholarly, erudite and a wildman in the bedroom. Why is that? Well, the DS coveted in the same way the 1st edition of a classic novel is. The car isn’t deemed exotic, sporty or sexy in any conventional manner, but it’s no less desirable by virtue of its specialness. And that’s what the DS has in droves. For its time, it was the future of automobiles and it drove like nothing else.