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
007 never had to deal with an onslaught of brainless, buzzing bikers (actually, he did, but they were baddies, so he just shot them). Without the machine-gun option at our disposal, we're reduced to ambling along and letting the bikers do their thing. Still, the Zag's cabin is a very nice ambling-spot, trimmed in semi-aniline leather with wavy contrast stitching lurid enough to induce seasickness and an F1-garage's-worth of carbon fibre.
As the sun assumes biker-melting ferocity, the two-wheeled irritants are scorched from the road and we can stretch the Zagato's V12 without fear of punting a biker off a thousand-foot cliff. It may be old enough to qualify for a free bus pass, it may be as technologically cutting-edge as a soup spoon, but this is still a mighty engine: less Large Hadron Collider, more the noisiest bits of the Industrial Revolution stuffed under a handbeaten bonnet.