I bought our DB9 in May 2015. Why? Well we’d had a Ferrari which was really a race car with number plates and an AMG Merc, grossly overpowered with a computer trying to tell you how to drive. I am also a South sea island pom, that is a New Zealander living in Australia so English cars had a certain appeal and even though I liked my Austin A30 I had moved on since I was 17. We had also done the Jag thing with an XJS so the Aston was the obvious choice, wasn’t it?
I looked for about six months before I saw two in Melbourne that looked interesting a mere 1800km (1100) miles from Brisbane. Flight down in the morning, hire a car and back in the afternoon, easy. Both dealers knew I was coming, one couldn’t find the car and when he did it wasn’t detailed. The other was the one I bought. It had been owned by a very famous chef, MKR and all that. Not that that mattered to me. It was low mileage and not black or silver but elusive blue. The chocolate and tan interior was like new and I loved it.
I joined the AMOC and found a lovely bunch of people with whom we get on really well.
We have been to the Le Mans Classic with the AMOC and visited the heritage centre at Drayton St Leonard so we feel we know at least some of the people in the UK. I seem to have ended up writing the articles from Queensland for AMnews which I enjoy anyway. The wild card shot is at Beechmont looking out over an ancient caldera. Great drive.
The car remains absolutely original and drives beautifully, it’s a pleasure and a privilege to own.