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With an all-new, optimised, lighter, low-slung, twin-turbo V8, is Aston Martin’s new variant of DB11 ready to rewrite the GT rulebook?
L et’s get one thing straight immediately. You could drape me in Brioni, metaphorically handcuff me with an Omega and counterbalance a Walther PPK in one of my arthritic mitts against a shaken-not-stirred Martini in the other and it wouldn’t make me James Bond any more than a Taylor Made driver would make me Tiger Woods.
So if you sit me behind the wheel of Aston Martin’s DB11 do I become that suave, somewhat misogynistic, superspy of Ian Fleming’s labyrinthine inventiveness? No. Not even nearly.
But we can’t help but dream can we? That’s kind of the purpose of an Aston Martin isn’t it? To take us away from the humdrum, inject some gossamer frivolity into the soul and banish the blues of geopolitics from everyday awareness. The only question should be then, do you take the V12 or the V8 in your particular flavour of DB11?