A poem for those who have never driven an Aston.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


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There are those who think this nameplate is called “Austin Martin.”

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There are those who criticize Aston for making endless variations of sports cars with the same basic design. Who can’t tell a DB9 from a DBS from a Rapide from a Vantage from… the Virage.

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There are those who don’t understand why you haven’t actually lived until you’ve driven a sports car with twelve cylinders.

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There are those who think Perfect Steering doesn’t exist.

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Sadly, those are those who have never driven an Aston Martin. I’ve been swooned by Ferraris, enchanted by Lamborghinis, beguiled by Bugattis, and coddled by a Bentley or two. But every time I drive an Aston Martin, I remember what it’s like to be swept off my feet.

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And what the hell am I doing in the trunk?

Jason Cammisa on September 1 2011 3:55 PM


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