Starting the week off with a little eye-candy. Sexy Vintage ladies with sexy spy-caliber cars.

This bad boy is all windshield and trunk louvers. And check out the length of that exhaust pipe. This car was obviously owned by an insane Italian count with something to prove.

Class and sophistication. A quick jaunt through the English countryside with the Councilman’s daughter, a little too much single-malt, and the rest is too scandalous to talk about in polite company.

Two words: New Money.

Still the classiest convertible ever made. This car still turns heads. Unless you’re cruising around West palm Beach with a pantsless woman perched on the trunk, in which case no-one will bat an eye. In West palm this is normal behavior in the run-up to polo season.

In any other car, this would be crude. In a Maserati, she really is just admiring the leather.

There’s so much cool in this pic, I don’t know where to start. I do know one thing though. Kids today are too self-conscious to really swing.

No caption necessary. Just picture the apartment she’s on her way to. You wish you lived there.