I couldn’t resist it – those beautiful sleek lines, that elegant, palest of pale powder blues and a soft top – just what I want for the summer. Go on…ask me what it is. It’s an Aston Martin. An Aston Martin DB 9 Vantage thingamy. Doh! Oh, you got me. No sadly it’s not my new car. We went along yesterday to see the soopa doopa new Aston Martin One77, so named because it costs one million Pounds and only 77 will be made (and there have already been in excess of 250 enquiries).
Many of us went along to the event yesterday armed with cameras, lots of posing was done with, around and in all the luxury cars that were there but my sad offering of The Showstopper (the One77) is this:
You can find better pictures of the One77 here.
I’m not a ‘car person’ you see and I have this theory that most of us only photograph well what we truly love. I can appreciate good design but, for me, the One77 was shouting a little too loudly ‘look at me’ in a very testosterone filled way. A fine piece of design but not my cup of tea, even if I did have a million Pounds to throw at a car.
So I had a good time looking at the cars, certainly loved the more understated charm of the powder blue beauty, but I’m not heartbroken that I can’t afford any of them. For now, at least, my Smartie remains my mode of transport. She’s my Polly Pocket car and she’ll even take her top down if asked nicely. ;)
By the way: Why do people stand around looking under the bonnet at car engines? Yet when a car breaks down, none of us have a clue what to do!