Aston Martin Zagato on the Furka Pass
We head to Bond’s stomping ground in Goldfinger to test a very special Aston
Posted: 01 Oct 2012
3,500rpm and plunge the valley into a maelstrom of furious sound that'll cause every heifer in the canton to immediately enter labour. We spend a happy, deafening afternoon charging up and down the Furka and the Grimsel, its next-door neighbour (Furka 'n' Grimsel: only the German tongue could turn two of Europe's most beautiful mountain passes into a pair of cave-dwelling fairytale trolls), clocking up dozens of supercar scalps for the TopGear office wall. As well as biker Mecca, these passes are a place of pilgrimage for cars, too: in a couple of hours, we whip past a Mercedes SLS, half a dozen old Ford Mustangs (well hello, Ms Masterson), a red-on-white Weismann, two DBSes, a Lambo Murciélago, even a Ferrari 599 GTO in gunmetal grey.
I'll keep the Zag, ta. It's a life-affirming thing. Maybe, maybe you could gripe at Aston's failure to improve the Vantage's now-ancient centre console interface and display: the high-gloss finish looks lovely in photos, but is blindingly reflective in sunlight. Similarly the disc-shaped Bang & Olufsen tweeters either corner of the dashtop, which make delicious noises but strobe squint-inducing pulses straight into your eyes as you flick below street lights.