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I’ve driven a Morgan, but of course, the name Aston Martin was from a world above, a world apart from the world boys dreamed about. That’s a lost world, never coming back and boys today dream about other things and their world lives in a cellphone.
Remember James Bond, the coolest man of the Cold War; way too cool to sweat, even too cool to have driven a Saab (or anything not British as they had him do during the ‘years of sh*t’). In the books and the original movies, Bond drove an Aston Martin. He had no choice. No, they’re not the fastest, not in our new, largely unnoticed age of 800 and up horsepower in stock form.
A new Corvette can be faster and cheaper ( and more reliable) But they’re sports cars of the sort you can take to the club, to South Beach, to Monte Carlo and be cool anywhere you go, in any clothes you wear and with anyone in the passenger seat. Who cares how many soccer balls you can put in the back seat with the pizza boxes and stinky athletic clothes? Back seats are not cool anyway and two doors are plenty.
OK, you’re not going to be surprised to hear they’re going to start making 4-door SUVs. Somewhere a guy in a Savile Row Tuxedo is crying in his Veuve Clicquot ’22. What would expect him to do? Order a Budweiser? No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to cry.