You may think you know all about me. But you don’t. And a right shame, that. Call me the middle child (I sit squarely between my brothers, the DB9 and the DBS). New kid on the block (I was reintroduced in 2011). Say what you want about me. If you can keep up.
You think you know me because you saw a certain spy on the tele or at the cinema driving something similar. You may think that’s all you need to know about me. You’d be very wrong, my good man.
Let’s have a look at the beginning, shall we? I share a name with a V8 from the good old 1990s. The similarities between that geezer and me end there. He’s a petrol-powered tub of tin with Chrysler parts in him. I’m a near work of art, wouldn’t you say?
It’s rare to find such a combination of elegance and sheer, brute power as you’ll find in me. Slip behind my wheel—which is on the proper side, mind you. Turn the key and take the ride, as they say. Rev my engine. It’s as if someone strapped a rocket under my leather bucket seat cradling your arse just so. They have. Press my accelerator to the floor and you’ll see.
There’s a comfort in the hum and purr of my engine—well, a comfort if you were born on the racetrack and raised sipping Pierre Peters from golden chalices. Maybe your upbringing was more mundane than all that, but, good sir, I tell you there is nothing mundane about me. Sure I’m fast. But there’s more to me.
From my glass switches to my leather, well, everything, I’ll take you where you want to go quickly, and you will surely look much better getting there. If you ever get bored with just taking my top down and listening to the roar of my engine (which is highly unlikely), I also have a thirteen-speaker, 1000-watt Bang & Olufsen sound system. Even I don’t know where they put all those speakers, but I can tell you some of them tickle.
Engine: 6.0L V12
0-62 4.5 seconds
max power: 490 @ 6,500 rpm
max torque: 420 lb ft at 5,750 rpm
max speed: 183 mph