Leaving Las Vegas in an Aston Rapide S
Another classic feature from the last 20 years of TG mag: the ultimate test of Aston’s four-door...
Posted: 22 Oct 2013
"Hey. How low is that car?" asked the attendant at the beginning of the trail, staring dubiously at the Rapide's carbon front valance. "Probably low enough." I answered, not really getting his meaning. "Well, uh, whatever," came the answer. And off we went, trailriding in an Aston Martin. It was somewhat bumpy, and drivers of ‘trail-ready' SUVs we came across stared slack-jawed at the sight of us, but the Rapide made it all the way without even a graunch. Ok, so maybe a little scrape or two, but nothing that won't... er... polish out.
Eventually though, we had to head off, and disappeared north and east. Another few hundred miles, and we find ourselves in Grand Junction, Colorado, with the weather definitely turning. We've been climbing, the temperature has dropped 30 degrees, and there has been - oddly - snow on the roadside cacti for the last few miles. We seek out more back roads on our way up to a ski resort called Vail and remain committed to finding the roads off-freeway. But there's a fairly major problem: the Rapide is mounted on summer sports rubber, and where we want to go is alpine - pure ice and snow. To try to avoid the ice-free freeways on summer tyres in a 550bhp, RWD GT car would be pushing the clauses of our insurance policy. Already, I've been slithering around in a graceless fashion, and it's starting to make me nervous.