Last month we ran a first drive on the new Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. We liked it. A lot. The best car Aston makes, we said, and gave it a coveted award, naming it our Intercontinental Missile of the Year. This made us happy. Until the DBS arrived it looked as though luxury car firms had abandoned the sporting GT sector, making cars that were either very GT-ish (Bentley Continental GT, Mercedes-AMG S63) or very sporting (Ferrari 812 Superfast).
I know this sounds like a slender niche, but it’s slender for a reason – getting the blend of sport and cruise just right is DIFFICULT. Aston didn’t manage it with the DB11, after all. It’s not just a matter of speed and damping, but every facet of the car, from noise (must sound good, must also be quiet) to cabin ambience (must be intimate, must also have space) and visual impact (It must have attitude, must also be elegant).
The DBS hits these median points, and that’s brilliant, but what it doesn’t tell you is what it’s like to live with. So being a fortunate sod, for a few days, I did. Here’s how it panned out.