I was cruising down the road yesterday minding my own business and silently cursing the eco-douche in front of me in the hybrid when my eyes caught one of the weirder things I have seen in a while. There to the left of me was a mid-1980s Lamborghini Countach sitting in the parking lot of a shabby apartment building. It was full-on arrest me red and my cynical New Englander self immediately though that it was some sort of Fiero conversion or something along those lines. When I saw the large by huge rear rubber on the car, my heart skipped a beat because that little tid-bit confirmed that it was a real-deal car.
I went into full zombie mode and recklessly made a 90-degree left hand turn across several lanes of traffic as to not miss the parking lot entrance. I cruised in and slowly drove past the Lambo, looking at all those crazy angles and planes on the car, smirking at the wing, and openly smiling when looking at the massive 345/45/15 rear tires. I didn’t snap any photos or even get out of my car because this wasn’t the normal spot to see such a car and I wasn’t going to seek out trouble.
Seeing the Countach brought me right back to being a kid in the 1980s and longing for one. These cars spent years being parodies of themselves, but I think the pendulum has swung back to the cool side. If you grew up in the 1980s, you wanted one of these cars. There was nothing like it in the world. It could go 200mph and looked like some sort of Earth-bound space ship. I’ve always loved American muscle cars and big trucks, but that Lambo was the first car I remember seeing a photo of as a kid and thinking, “Holy Sh$t!” It kept me up at night.
So that’s my first ridiculous car crush story, what is yours?
Question of the Day: What was your first crazy pre-teen car crush?