On the surface it’s hard to see what the fuss is about. The
DB12 is a facelifted DB11: same chassis and suspension, same basic engine, similar overall profile. And yet. This is a car that understands itself, its position and the role it needs to fulfil, beautifully. We still call it a grand tourer of course, but as we’ve said extensively before, the traditional GT definition is pointless now. Everyday supercar, that’s the mantra.
It drives with newfound verve and poise, is better supported through corners and still has the necessary gait to act like, y’know, a GT. And don’t mourn the deceased V12, the edgier V8 suits the DB12 better – and, with 671bhp, has a power figure worth shouting about. No hybrid here, and yet the DB12 feels attuned to our times – a growling, muscular yet dignified presence that reminds us why Aston has such a potent brand image. The DB12 is Aston’s core, its touchstone. It’s one to be proud of.
Only popped out for a loaf of bread, that was last Wednesday