DS 21: The Goddess I enjoyed with Volker
A Journey Through France in a Friend’s Legend
I’ve never owned a Citroën DS 21. She was never mine to polish or fuss over, never mine to coax awake on a misty morning.
But for three glorious weeks, she was mine to sit in, marvel at, and fall hopelessly in love with. Thanks to my dear friend Volker, her proud and slightly obsessive owner I got to experience the magic of this French goddess on a wine soaked journey through the heart of France.
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Look at this beauty
The good looking old Citroën DS 21 isn’t just a car;
She’s a lady.
And not just any lady. She’s the kind of woman who turns heads when she enters a room, the one you can’t take your eyes off. To call her a machine feels almost impolite, as if you’ve failed to grasp her charm, her presence, her soul.
The DS 21 isn’t a car you simply drive; she’s a companion, a muse, a legend.
She earns the title of lady not through any mechanical feature, but through the emotions she stirs and the unforgettable experiences she creates. She is, quite simply, impossible to forget.
And yes, try to convince her to drive if she „thinks“ it‘s not the time for a trip. Means repairing this beauty is as complex as a Lady can be. ;-)
A Ride Like No Other
Volker adored his DS 21. “She’s not a car; she’s a work of art,” he’d say, brushing invisible dust from her glistening hood. I teased him, of course, but the moment I laid eyes on her, I understood. She stood in Volker’s driveway like a sculpture brought to life: sweeping lines, headlights that gazed at you like eyes, and a presence that seemed to whisper, “I’m not from here. I’m from the future.”
“Hop in,” Volker said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Thus began the most unforgettable three weeks of my life.
Through Villages and Vintages
Volker was the only one who ever drove her. “The DS is temperamental,” he explained. “She needs someone who knows her moods.” I didn’t mind. The back seat of the DS was its own kind of paradise. As we cruised through winding French roads, I lounged in her plush leather embrace, watching vineyards roll past and village steeples rise on the horizon.
The DS was unlike any other car I’d ever experienced. She didn’t drive, she floated. Her hydropneumatic suspension turned potholes into whispers and gravel into silk. Even cobbled streets couldn’t rattle her. She moved with a grace that seemed almost alive, as if the roads bent to her will rather than the other way around.
Every village welcomed us warmly, not least because of the DS. She drew admirers wherever we stopped, from café owners to mechanics who grinned nostalgically, recalling when their families owned one. At every turn, Volker would proudly explain her history, her quirks, and the brilliance of her design. My friend was driving and I sat back, with nice a cold drink in my hand, marveling at the life we were living.
A Nutgraf for the Road
Yes, this DS 21 is no ordinary car; she is a rolling legend. Debuting in 1955, she shocked the world with her futuristic design and groundbreaking technology. Her hydropneumatic suspension made roads irrelevant, while her innovative spirit made her a symbol of progress. Even now, so many decades later, she continues to inspire awe and affection wherever she goes.
If you look for one or for parts, you should have a trip like we to the shop "atelier524" in 26730 La Baume d'Hostun in France. I added a Pin to this place as we have been there so many years ago.
Forever Grateful
When the trip ended, and Volker dropped me off at the train station, I found myself reluctant to say goodbye. She wasn’t mine, yet I felt as though I was leaving behind an old friend.
Even now, I can hear the hum of her engine, the soft hiss of her suspension, and Volker’s laughter as he explained her intricacies for the hundredth time. The DS didn’t just transport us through France; she carried us through time, through stories, and through moments that will never fade.
I never owned her. But for three magical weeks, thanks to Volker, I lived her dream. And isn’t that what life and love ❤️ is all about?
I met her last week
This great looking young lady was parking in front of an event location and I had to spend some minutes to take this pictures.
On my way home, I found the time to go back in my memories to that trip early 90ties to remember this lovely travel.
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