
Perhaps it is just my keen eye or a sign that the economic crisis is simply not affecting the Washington, DC Metro area as much as Scranton, PA, but I have spotted no less than three Aston Martins over the past few months near to where I live. Granted, they may have been pre-Wall-St-plunge purchases and woe to the buyer who bought his based on the US economy being fundamentally sound. Still, I could not help but notice these achingly beautiful machines cruising around my neighborhood of Bethesda.
I will spare you the James Bond references but it is true that when I see one, I prefer to exclaim my excitement in a rather faux, Bondish British accent being sure to stress the "t"s in Aston and Martin. It is a wonderfully British car after all although it is now partly owned by an American Corporation. The look and feel remain pure Union Jack however and the nose resembles an angry shark or a highly irritated catfish.

I would gladly hand over my SmartTrip card for a chance to commute in an Aston Martin plus it would present a fine opportunity to annoy environmentalists. You see, British cars are not exactly the greenest around with the beloved Land Rover brand being one of the most polluting. The smallest engine in an Aston Martin is a V8 with the DB9 (pictured) and the DBS getting V12s. No matter how efficient those engines have become, it's rather difficult to argue for their Arctic whale saving qualities or fuel pump friendliness. Of course, the point of an Aston Martin is not to offer a comfy ride to the local Giant but rather, envelope the driver in an emotional experience. In fact, the key on an Aston is called the "emotion control unit" (no joke).
Astons are cars for those wishing to go extremely fast or, as was the case for the Aston pictured here, get to a soccer game well ahead of the minivans. That's right, this Aston was photographed at the Soccerplex in Boyd Maryland. Notice how the driver left his window down knowing full well that we mere peasants would be much too afraid to even breath in the direction of the curvy masterpiece.
I hope to see more Astons over the next few months as they always remind me of how a sports car should look when the designers get it just right. Aston Martins symbolize the last breed of pure performance as we may soon be running to tiny engines and hybrid powered anything in response to the fuel crisis. I believe that if you really want a new Aston, you should buy now before they are outlawed for being simply too gorgeous.