Aston Martin Rapide S: The confluence of centuries

Indian cinema has never been perfect. It has also crossed the boundaries of atrocious. But in the one hundred years since Dadasaheb Phalke converted what people mistook for insanity into a motion picture, Indian cinema has provided food for thought, an excuse for outings, influenced a lot of families, been the cradle for many dates and provided enjoyable, even mindless entertainment. The world could very well have survived without cinema. But movies do make the world a better place to live in.

As does an Aston Martin. Since 1913, it has been evocative, but never perfect. It has had pedigree, but never sound finances. And it has always made cars that are much beyond transportation. They have been cars that exist to thrill, excite and make your personal cash balance diminish rapidly. Of course, the world would function perfectly fine even if they didn’t exist.

But then, the world also tends to come to a halt when an Aston passes by. The drama with this car starts even before it is in your line of vision. When the Rapide S is on song, you will only hear an orchestra of intoxicating sounds before you see a streak of black whizz past. And they say only Rajnikant makes dramatic entries. Then, the intoxicating sounds slowly fade out of hearing range. Yet, even after you stop seeing the streak, you will continue hearing sounds from the wastegate of the V12 reverberating through the concrete maze. This is not a completely new-gen Rapide. Still, it’s got an all-new grille. And the extra horses and torque make the S more macabre.