Aston Martin Vantage Part Seven

At about 3 500rpm, it gets manic, inspiring and :horal as the superchargers shriek over the V8 bass. That a car with the frontal area the size of ft olverhampton – and weighing nearly two tons – can move so quickly with so few histrionics is astounding. Whatever the gear, such is the torque reread, you’re just picked up and hurled from int to point with whopping increments of speed : n applying light pressure to the accelerator. Only si top is it vaguely quiet. This isn’t a gentleman’s tipress, it’s a gentleman thug and it’s fantastic.

Such composure is unexpected. Sure you have ” 3 stay on top of it at speed, but it’s so comfortable ind airy you almost become desensitised to the ri iiculous power. At least until you next call upon t There’s deftness here, a sense of delicacy andassurance alien to many Astons. This isn’t a dragster. It will go round corners, and with the sort of finesse that, by rights, can’t be expected of a car that covers so much acreage. Yes, the traction control sometimes chimes in too early, acting a little too daddy knows best, but you can always turn it off if you’re brave or mad enough.