2.5
Jethro Bovingdon,
18 May 2011 10:29
I remember it well. A glorious summer’s day, I was still in my 20s and somebody casually threw me the keys to the Aston Martin DB9 Volante parked outside. ‘Try it,’ they said. Then I headed out onto a road I knew well, roof down, firing through the gears with the big paddles that operate the smooth Touchtronic ‘box. I ...
