On certain days, I feel like I'm blessed by the Gods. It's as if a particularly dedicated guardian angel watched over me and made me live the most unforgettable experiences on Earth. I recently had one of those blessed days. Accompanied by a friend of mine, I was able to drive one of the rare Aston Martin DB9s that were sold in Canada over the last couple of months. (I only tested the DB9 Coupe and not the drop-top version called Volante.)
Let's make things perfectly clear: an Aston Martin is not just another product for people to buy. With its presence and aura, one could easily believe that this car was made in heaven. So much so that when I gripped the steering wheel for the first time, I immediately felt untouchable -- kind of like Agent 007 upon accepting a new mission.
Grace
Behind said wheel, the driver suddenly feels an unprecedented feverishness. This exaltation first comes from the reputation, since the Aston Martin legend, notwithstanding a few reliability nightmares, is about aristocracy in its purest form.
The English automaker has indeed managed to conquer the heart of everyone who gets a taste of its cars by offering a unique, refined driving experience -- with no comparison possible. It couldn't be truer with the proud successor of the DB7, the DB9, which hasn't changed one iota since being launched in 2005. And understandably so: one does not mess with near perfection.
The real divine moment happens when you start the engine. Don't waist your time turning the key or moving the clutch shifter -- both are useless. Simply by pressing your finger on the S button (for "Start", obviously), your entire body literally begins to vibrate. It's a fact that the sound of the 450-hp V12 engine is worthy of being considered among the great classics of music.
A gentle tap on the throttle sets off a sweet symphony that charms the ears of every enthusiast and truly gives the impression that a docile yet powerful beast rests underneath your right foot.
Touring or sports car?
Once the engine has warmed up, you have to use the tip of your fingers to launch the car, as the six-speed automatic transmission is controlled via paddle shifters on the steering wheel. The DB9 does not merely accelerate; it literally pounces and surges forward like a giant, gracious feline. The linear power of the 6.0L engine never suffers from the slightest hesitation, regardless of the conditions.
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| A divine car, if such a thing exists. |
Let's make things perfectly clear: an Aston Martin is not just another product for people to buy. With its presence and aura, one could easily believe that this car was made in heaven. So much so that when I gripped the steering wheel for the first time, I immediately felt untouchable -- kind of like Agent 007 upon accepting a new mission.
Grace
Behind said wheel, the driver suddenly feels an unprecedented feverishness. This exaltation first comes from the reputation, since the Aston Martin legend, notwithstanding a few reliability nightmares, is about aristocracy in its purest form.
The English automaker has indeed managed to conquer the heart of everyone who gets a taste of its cars by offering a unique, refined driving experience -- with no comparison possible. It couldn't be truer with the proud successor of the DB7, the DB9, which hasn't changed one iota since being launched in 2005. And understandably so: one does not mess with near perfection.
The real divine moment happens when you start the engine. Don't waist your time turning the key or moving the clutch shifter -- both are useless. Simply by pressing your finger on the S button (for "Start", obviously), your entire body literally begins to vibrate. It's a fact that the sound of the 450-hp V12 engine is worthy of being considered among the great classics of music.
A gentle tap on the throttle sets off a sweet symphony that charms the ears of every enthusiast and truly gives the impression that a docile yet powerful beast rests underneath your right foot.
Touring or sports car?
Once the engine has warmed up, you have to use the tip of your fingers to launch the car, as the six-speed automatic transmission is controlled via paddle shifters on the steering wheel. The DB9 does not merely accelerate; it literally pounces and surges forward like a giant, gracious feline. The linear power of the 6.0L engine never suffers from the slightest hesitation, regardless of the conditions.
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| The DB9 is hand-built in Gaydon, England. |