Background
The Aston Martins that followed on from the DB6 were very obviously from the pen of a different designer.
They took their aesthetic cues from the design zeitgeist of the 60s and 70s, not the 40s and 50s. They also tipped an unapologetic and undisguised nod to America’s muscle cars – the Ford Mustang in particular.
After the DB6 came the DBS, still with a six-cylinder engine and patiently awaiting the arrival of a V8 that promised to give the car the grunt to go with the grace.
The V8 proved to be well worth waiting for. The engine was designed by Polish émigré Tadek Marek, a man whose inimitable engineering imprint stretches from the DBR2 racing car engine, through the redesign of Aston’s venerable, Bentley-derived straight-six, to the development of the 5.3-litre V8 for the DBS V8 in 1969.
Several iterations later, this fabulous powerplant only reluctantly retired once it had motored into the new millennium, bulked up to 600bhp, and propelled the Vantage 600 to speeds reputedly in excess of 200mph.
The Aston Martin V8 Series 2 was the first of the line to be known simply as the V8 (its predecessor, the DBS V8, was effectively the Aston Martin V8 Series 1, although it never bore that moniker).
The V8 was a proper muscle car and one that owed its squat, steroidal stance and sleekly aggressive profile to the design pen of Aston’s William Towns, not some flouncy, tempestuous, curve-obsessed, Italian design diva.
But while it may have had more than enough testosterone to compete with the Mustangs, Chargers and Corvettes of its trans-Atlantic cousins, it did so with all the unmistakably British pedigree and class of a St. James’ gentleman’s club.
Of course, it would happily step into the ring and punch any automotive contender squarely on the chin with an uppercut of its own fearsome design. But there’d be no rabbit punches, no ear biting, no gouging.
The Aston Martin V8 had standards to uphold. It observed Queensberry Rules.
Yes, it was pugilistic and aggressive.
But it wasn’t common. Or rude.
Or, God forbid, foreign.
If a Pontiac GTO was Hulk Hogan with a sledgehammer, then the Aston Martin V8 was David Niven carrying a pair of Purdey 12 gauges.
These Astons were every bit as handmade as a Savile Row suit. They were built over the course of 1,200 painstaking hours by quietly passionate artisans and craftsmen called Colin and Geoff.
Chaps who wore brown coats with lots of pens in the top pockets, enjoyed a pint of Watney’s Red Barrel of an evening and kept allotments on the outskirts of Newport Pagnell.
The V8 Series 2 we have for you today is painfully desirable in every way and we like it a great deal.







