Having misspent my youth in Spitfires, TR7 Dropheads and a beloved MGB, I acquired my first Aston at 60 - every day spent not driving it is a day wasted.
First purchased from Stratstone Mayfair in September 2007 and three owners later acquired by me from Stratstone Western Avenue in 2017, with 27,000 cherished miles on the clock. I immediately insured it for Dinah to drive me home from parties.
In Onyx metallic over Obsidian hide with contrast silver stitching and a piano black dash, it is in the livery of a Bond baddie rather than anything Barbara Broccoli would put her man in.
I picked it up on a glorious sunny day and set off to Norfolk with the roof down and a mile-wide smile on my face. It started to rain on the M11, the A14 was diverted onto a minor road, then we were two way on a farm track. I had my brand-new wheels up on the bank and my heart in my mouth when two lads jumped out of a lorry and organized everyone to “let the Aston through”. I arrived home to a family chorus of “OMG dad you really bought an Aston!”.
It has weekly commuted Norfolk to London, drawn comments from beach to Bond Street and been photographed by many random strangers. Our wild card moment was the AMOC London to Edinburgh Centenary Run, especially as Dinah and I married in Edinburgh exactly 25 years previously. We celebrated with an amazing drive, extraordinary social events and making many new friends; culminating in a family service at Glencorse Kirk on our actual anniversary. COVID-19 stymied our Ireland tour and Le Mans trip this year, but many happy days’ motoring lies ahead. D&D