I like your story about seeing a Lamborghini for the first time.
When I was a kid, my dad got a huge pile of my grandpa's old Road and Track magazines. I used to browse them and fell in love with the Countach after seeing pictures and performance statistics.
One day, at 15 years old, I was riding in the car with my dad and he blurted out I needed to look at the car next to us. A red Countach had pulled up beside us. My dad slowed down to let him glide by and then followed him for a short while. I was in awe. The car looked even more incredible in person than I could have imagined. I was already a fan, but I will always remember when I saw one in person for the first time. (I even remember the exact patch of road where it happened.)