DB9 Appreciation
Discussion
Things I appreciate about my DB9:
Shape: sublime. I love looking at it, from all angles. We keep it garaged, but at weekends I'll often park it out front, just to be able to pull back the blinds and have a quick peek. Best part is the bulge over the rear arches. When driving, I frequently check the rear view mirrors, not for traffic, but to see those shiney bulges.
Noise: sublime. Fuse 22 is, of course, removed thus saving on fuel and tyre wear, as you get that glorious rumble at all revs and not just when creaming it above 4000 revs. The pops and crackles on overrun, reflected off the concrete wall when cruising into the Pagoda roundabout in Birmingham, next to the Alexandra theatre, makes me smile every night on my way home from work. The theatre goers, spilling out the front for a drink and a smoke, also smile.
Attention: I'm vain, I like attention. You get plenty of attention in a DB9 - thumbs up and waves from people of all walks of life and all ages. My best experience was getting a load of waves, smiles, thumbs up and wolf whistles from a group of teenage kids waiting for a bus outside their school, which is a school where I know the police frequently have to attend wearing stab vests. You'd expect the disparity of respective financial circumstance to generate one response only, ie finger, but not in an Aston Martin.
Leather: there are acres of leather inside. A clean and condition with Gliptone's liquid leather products is an all day project, but my gosh is it satisfying. By cleaning every inch with a toohbrush, I now fully appreciate the craftmanship of the interior. It is beautiful.
The handling: coming from a 911, the handling of a 55 plate DB9 volante is nowhere near as proficient...but somehow it is more fun. It's a big heaving car, easy to create the odd slide in a corner, or a small fishtail under acceleration, and remain in control. Experiencing either of these in a 911 usually meant things have gone wrong and were about to get hairy.
Numbers: what was the number of cylinders again? Oh yes, that's right, twelve. TWELVE! Ruddy nora, that's excessive. As is the 11.3 mpg in town. But hey, it's making me grin. I've not met anyone yet who can trump 12 cylinders.
Roof down: means you get to appreicate all of the above even more. Yesterday was glorious, pootling around town with the hood down, dropping-off and picking-up my boys from various weekend activies. My kids know they've got a cool Dad - he's got an Aston Martin. Nuff said
Here endeth my juvenile rant.
Shape: sublime. I love looking at it, from all angles. We keep it garaged, but at weekends I'll often park it out front, just to be able to pull back the blinds and have a quick peek. Best part is the bulge over the rear arches. When driving, I frequently check the rear view mirrors, not for traffic, but to see those shiney bulges.
Noise: sublime. Fuse 22 is, of course, removed thus saving on fuel and tyre wear, as you get that glorious rumble at all revs and not just when creaming it above 4000 revs. The pops and crackles on overrun, reflected off the concrete wall when cruising into the Pagoda roundabout in Birmingham, next to the Alexandra theatre, makes me smile every night on my way home from work. The theatre goers, spilling out the front for a drink and a smoke, also smile.
Attention: I'm vain, I like attention. You get plenty of attention in a DB9 - thumbs up and waves from people of all walks of life and all ages. My best experience was getting a load of waves, smiles, thumbs up and wolf whistles from a group of teenage kids waiting for a bus outside their school, which is a school where I know the police frequently have to attend wearing stab vests. You'd expect the disparity of respective financial circumstance to generate one response only, ie finger, but not in an Aston Martin.
Leather: there are acres of leather inside. A clean and condition with Gliptone's liquid leather products is an all day project, but my gosh is it satisfying. By cleaning every inch with a toohbrush, I now fully appreciate the craftmanship of the interior. It is beautiful.
The handling: coming from a 911, the handling of a 55 plate DB9 volante is nowhere near as proficient...but somehow it is more fun. It's a big heaving car, easy to create the odd slide in a corner, or a small fishtail under acceleration, and remain in control. Experiencing either of these in a 911 usually meant things have gone wrong and were about to get hairy.
Numbers: what was the number of cylinders again? Oh yes, that's right, twelve. TWELVE! Ruddy nora, that's excessive. As is the 11.3 mpg in town. But hey, it's making me grin. I've not met anyone yet who can trump 12 cylinders.
Roof down: means you get to appreicate all of the above even more. Yesterday was glorious, pootling around town with the hood down, dropping-off and picking-up my boys from various weekend activies. My kids know they've got a cool Dad - he's got an Aston Martin. Nuff said
Here endeth my juvenile rant.
;)
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