In January this year it was time to say so-long to the Vantage. It was one of those things really. I loved it's looks and the way people looked at me when I drove it. I loved being IN it. I just didn't especially enjoy actually driving it.
I now feel like an AA member; "My name's Alex and I don't especially like driving Aston Martins". Now that's something different to 'share in group'.
I'm sure I have dashed my chances of being made a baroness and I don't expect to be ever invited to the Queen's summer garden party. I'm on 007s hit list and Jeremy Clarkson has stopped returning my calls. Oh dear. People say that I have no loyalty and that my feet smell and I hate the Queen. It's not true, any of it (ok the feet bit is semi true - my race boots are not nice to be near).
I had been thinking about blowing some money with Bamford Rose to make the car sharper and faster but in the end the fickle finger of fate just got in the way. An offer was made by a car dealer that I couldn't refuse and so that, as they say, was that.
I then looked at maybe buying a V12 Vantage or a ready tuned Vantage S but it seemed like an awful lot more money for not much more car. Perhaps I did that exercise just to make me feel less like a flag burning traitor.
But true to form I will be replacing the Aston with an even more exotic mode of vehicular transport. This time from the land of Chianti, pasta, and high fashion. And so dear reader, like me, you will have to wait on the edge of your seat until I take delivery of the thing to find out more...
