And with the new Vanquish, one could be forgiven for understanding why he may want to take her for a roll in the hay.
Or several rolls in the hay.
For in the flesh she has some of the most beautiful lines you can imagine.
Lithe and athletic. With an undercurrent of menace.
Like Gisele Bündchen. With a black belt in MMA.
Frankly, I’d take her over Moneypenny any day of the week.
Awhile back, I’d slid myself into an older relation of hers, the DBS.
Only to discover that we didn’t get along as well as I’d hoped.
But the Vanquish is a whole different story.
I could get into the specs and numbers, carbon fiber and fancy trickery.
But ultimately, this is about a visceral experience.
And tested by that yardstick, this car is a head and shoulders above most.
She’s not the fastest, nor the most lithe. But there’s more to life than 258 mph.
The litmus test of the public also raised the approval flag.
People came over to chat. Were in awe of her beauty. And the raspy snort of her V12.
In the canyons of Malibu, she had her metal tested, and passed with flying colors.
On three wheels at one point, allegedly.
And she wags her tail just enough, even with the traction control firmly in the “ON” position, to give you a jolly without the hospital trolley.
All in all, worth every penny of whatever she costs.
Because if you have to ask, you can’t. And if you don’t, it doesn’t matter.
Matte Orange: ***** You’ve been Tango’d.
Vanquish: ***** She did indeed.
V12: ***** Better than the Ride of the Valkyries.
Originally published on www.duncanquinn.com
- Posted May 28, 2013
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