Sometimes, you don’t need speed and adrenaline. Sometimes, you need to relax and that’s precisely where the silver machine below excels.
Things have been rather quiet on the Nocturnal Bandit with our last post being almost two weeks ago. A busy few days have meant that the Bandit has been idle. Looking through our posts, it’s also noteworthy that in spite of our name, we haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing a car after dusk. So, we feel that it is rather fitting that our post today concerns an evening drive in a very special machine.
These days, if you must explain Aston Martin to a layman, the easiest way to do so is to reference James Bond. In fact, the sportscar manufacturer and the superspy have become almost synonymous with each other. Barring a few departures from the famous British brand, James Bond always used an Aston Martin to chase down and occasionally subdue villains with the arsenal of gadgets available in his cars.
The ‘DB’ series of grand touring sportscars was so named to honour Sir David Brown, Aston Martin’s owner from 1947 to 1972. The series is a long one, starting with the DB2 in 1950, to the all-new DB11. Bond’s first Aston Martin was the DB5 (BMT 216A), the car that appears in Goldfinger. Classy, beautiful and sleek, the DB5 was the perfect car for a man with such a frenetic lifestyle. The car that I’m riding in today, however, is the DB5’s direct descendant, the Aston Martin DB6.
Climbing in, the cabin is surprisingly roomy. My gaze falls upon the dashboard, which is awash with buttons and switches, something that can be pleasing only in a classic British automobile. The Smiths gauges are so large that I can read the speed and the revs clearly, from the passenger seat. A quick nod to the gentleman behind the wheel and we move off.
Usually, it is at this point in the story where I say the motor warmed up and the gentleman flattened the ‘go’ pedal. In the DB6, you simply don’t do that. On the main drag, it’s actually pleasurable to cruise at highway speeds. Unlike the Daytona, this car loves to travel at 60-70 mph. The straight-six engine sounds noticeably docile, but a touch of the accelerator produces a pleasing burble. It’s almost as if the car is telling you to relax and enjoy the drive.
Eventually, we arrive at our destination, a deserted residential community not too far from the heart of the city. Parking under a streetlamp, we alight from the car. I grab my gear from the trunk and start snapping away.
The car is simply gorgeous! Long swooping lines, Superleggera coachwork and this particular example’s silver body produce a stunning silhouette, barely illuminated by the streetlamp above. There are no sharp edges, no aggressive design. Large headlamps, wire wheels and a sleek, longish body indicate that this car is meant to conquer distances in comfort. My camera seemed to agree with me, taking shot after shot without breaking a sweat (in stark contrast to yours truly).
An hour later, I decided to wrap up the shoot with some video. I watched as the car burbled toward me from a distance, as the headlamps got brighter and brighter. The car then zipped past me in a flash of silver, turning into a couple of red pinpricks before disappearing into the dark and humid night.
Wrapping up, I was grateful to get back into the car for our journey back to the DB6’s home. Putting my camera gear on the back seat, I noticed that there is space for two medium-sized adults. Visibility is also fantastic, something that can be attributed to the thin pillars and large wrap-around windscreen. Lost in my thoughts, it seemed like seconds before we reached the DB6’s home. Climbing out of the car, back into the hot night, I realised that I was absolutely relaxed. No adrenaline rush, no grin on my face, no sweaty palms. Only a knowing smile and a newfound appreciation for British grand touring sportscars.
I’d like to think 007 knows this too. For daily superspy duties, the DB5, or any of the latest DB cars is perfect. However, when he gets home on the weekend, I can imagine him going to his garage, starting up a DB6 and going for a nice Sunday afternoon country drive. After all, secret agents have to relax too.