Friday, August 3, 2018

Mr. Bond, Your New Car Is Here: MotorTrend Takes The 2019 DBS Superleggera For A Spin

This looks like fun.

Sticking with the spy theme, MotorTrend, July 31:

2019 Aston Martin DBS Superleggera First Drive: Glorious. Glorious. Glorious.
The Aston We’ve Been Waiting 104 Years For  

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At what point does emotion overtake logic? Inductive logic can be as simple as premise + premise = reasonable conclusion. Many flowers are red; most flowers smell good. Therefore red flowers should smell good. That's easy enough, until you realize that titan arum, aka the corpse flower, blooms a deep red but smells like a locked dumpster that's been sitting outside a Las Vegas Arby's for the entire month of August.

Logic can therefore be tricky, especially, I'd argue, in the case of overwhelmingly beautiful sports cars. The Aston Martin DBS Superleggera is fist-chewingly gorgeous; cars with 715 horsepower are fabulous. Obviously then, the DBS Superleggera is the Aston Martin we've all been dreaming about since we loved our first car. Or is it? Only a black-hearted cynic could deny this brute's charms, and then only out of spite. However, in the interest of a fanboy's attempt at journalism, let me at least walk you through the trial before I deliver the verdict.

Friends, it's Marek Reichman's world; we're just living in it. Even though he won't follow me back on Instagram, Aston's chief creative officer just hit a royal flush while the rest of the industry is shouting, "Go fish." I'm sorry, but with the notable exception of the DB4 Zagato, I think this new DBS is the most beautiful Aston Martin since ever. It's a riveting design, blood pumping, jaw dropping, sweat inducing. I'll save you the list of each and every physical reaction caused by Reichman's latest and greatest, but rest assured, the car moves you.

The hard nose is exquisite, the front three-quarters a masterpiece. The side profile smartly apes the aforementioned DB4 Zagato, but in loving homage, not slavish facsimile. And those hips! Sinful is putting my feelings mildly. If I have a single gripe, it's with the Superleggera's Teutonic rear end, specifically the gaudy 144-point A S T O N M A R T I N spelled out like a chrome billboard. I understand the argument: Customers in emerging luxury markets (Hi, China!) aren't always sure what they're looking at so the signage is needed. But with a design this strong, it's not needed. Plus it looks tacky. Thankfully, fishing wire and Goo Gone are cheap. Did I mention how small and perfect the taillights are?...