Martin Martin DB9 2007 car review
In addition to the purchase price, it will be very expensive to insure, fuel, maintain and repair. But while the Aston is about the same price as some other cars, it’s simply not the same as others. DB9 needs an educated hand, an empty road and a cool head to find respect.
Otherwise it is a migraine.
It’s not an easy-to-drive car – especially compared to its sister, the Jaguar XK coupe – and it’s also not particularly comfortable, although Aston clearly markets it as a completely official Grand Tourer. .
The GT name is appropriate, as long as the road surface is smooth – as in important markets in Europe and the United States, but quite rare in lands where quarterly road taxes are used to open coupons, not roads. Having said that, DB9 is not annoying in the same way as crossing Nullarbor by going. The leather upholstery with hand stitching is appropriately shaped to last for kilometers without causing muscle pain.
The handlebars fall completely into the hands, and the legs are surprisingly wide, an Aston product with the engine in the front and the gearbox in the back. The large and clear tools and switches are man-sized, and are appropriately defined in simple language.
But there is very little personal storage space. The manual of the owner of Aston Martin is only 75mm deep, not because it looks classy but because it is the only size that fits in the envelope called the glove box. The boot will grab a soft overnight bag and another for makeup.
Please be satisfied with that because Aston delivered with spare wheel.
Crashing? There’s a 1800 number to call and someone will be right there. Meanwhile, there are issues that need discussion as children go. Like, where to store their lower limbs.
My daughter played origami in the back seat, arched and bowed behind the passenger seat firmly forward and her head forced forward because of the low roof height. She is 15 years old.
Clearly, the excellent leather trim has obviously been wasted in the double clamshell ports at the back.
At best they simply became the much-needed storage space.
I would also whine about the ignition key having to slide into a barely visible hole in the steering column. It only ended in part because it was extremely awkward to twist the proximity of the fascia.
After clicking, with a modest dashboard light cluster to consider, it will come to the center console to crash into the start button.
And this is where the fun begins. This is the first time in a water of fear when 12 pistons begin their roaring journey in the hot journey of hell.
Prod again at row of transmission select buttons above the dash. But please wait a little longer.
Now release the right hand brake and twist the steering wheel sharply while applying proper weight to the accelerator. Familiarity brings discovery and you find the Sport button – basically hell with a spicy cayenne serving – then the paddle shifters behind the wheel.
You will tempt fear by coaxing the engine a little more to revel in its seamless power distribution.
It starts with a lonely, empty cry when the engine passes 3000 rpm, then the deeper note reaches 5000 rpm, followed by a loud scream when the tacho moves toward 7000rpm.
On the inside this is possible while the mechanical bits are going crazy like being tied naked, wearing only pants, to the back of a crafty lion and then digging your heel in.
The rush of speed, often the most dominant of the adrenalin-pumping senses, is overwhelmed by the roar in the ears of raging, raging power.
This is James Bond’s ride, so Aston didn’t hold back, cutting the once civilized 450-horsepower string (sounds more scary than 335kW, right?) To tie the aluminum body at the speed of bitumen up to 300km / h.