Aston Martin DBS
Gadgets: 4/10 Speed: 6/10 Pulling power: 7/10 Skids: 6/10 Stunts: 4/10 Star status: 6/10 Total: 33
FILM DIRECTOR CHRISTOPHER NOLAN IS A HUGE FAN OF ONHER
Majesty’s Secret Service, 1969’s orphan Bond movie. “What I liked about it, is there’s a tremendous balance of action, scale, and romanticism and tragedy and emotion,” he told Empire.
“Of all the Bond films, it’s by far the most emotional.”
One wonders what emotion its star, George Lazenby, experiences these days. An Australian model who blagged his way into an audition only to land the most coveted role in cinema, he later failed to toe the party line, grew his hair out and added a beard, and in the era of Easy Rider reckoned Bond was irrelevant. He reckoned wrong, and talked himself out of a promising career.
The truth is, both Lazenby and OHMSS are surprisingly good. We see him and his Aston Martin DBS in an emotionally charged pre-credits sequence, chasing Tracy di Vincenzo across a Portuguese beach. Aston Martin’s owner David Brown figured a replacement for the now ageing DB6 was critical to keep pace with a fast-moving market. Long-standing Aston creative partner Touring of Milan was hired to design a replacement and two concept cars were duly shown at the Paris, London and Turin motor shows in 1966. A slimmer iteration of the famous Aston grille is evident; the C-pillar and bodywork slats owe a debt to Ferrari’s 275 GTB.
Then, at the end of 1966, Touring went bust and Aston hired a former Rootes Group and Rover designer, William Towns, who designed the DBS in less than a year. Aston had planned to introduce a new V8 engine, but its development was behind schedule schedu and the DBS debuted at Blenheim Palace in September 1967 using u the same 282bhp, 4.0-litre straight-six as the DB6. But it sat s further back in the chassis, and independent suspension all-round all-rou improved its manners.
Fifty-plus Fift years on, driving a DBS is a reminder of a time when ‘road-holding’ ‘road-h was more of a preoccupation than handling. That’s certainly certain what pops into your mind as you approach a corner, blip the giant gia throttle pedal, drop a gear, turn the big three-spoke wheel, and aim for the general vicinity of the apex. It’s the best you can hope ho for, really. The DBS’s styling had more of an American influence influen than the Italian infusion its predecessor enjoyed, and it’s there in i its attitude, too. Its pillowy ride partly compensates for its propensity propen to roll, and the rocker switches on the dash suggest a modernity moder the rest of it doesn’t quite deliver. Yet it’s difficult to imagine imagin a single moment when you wouldn’t enjoy driving the DBS, other o than those occasions when it might “fail to proceed”.