Perched on my dad’s shoulders, I lunged and pointed – almost throwing us off balance – yelling, “LOOK AT THAT!” as a very clean orange Datsun 240Z rolled to a stop sign, then slowly and deliberately cruised by us. This is my earliest memory of a car that snuck past my visceral senses and hit me in the unprotected core, imprinting lust and envy on my soul forever. Here are some examples of my very first auto crush for you to enjoy.