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He's entitled to his opinion. Back in the 80s, the Aston Martin dealer in Vancouver was also the Porsche, Jaguar, and Lotus dealer. My dad had a 928 and my mom drove an XJ12. Our salesman there tried talking my dad into an Aston Martin. He liked the interior but ended up buying an 88 928S4 instead. The Porsche had better performance new in 1988. The Aston was still 70s tech and dated to drive.
Years ago vs 80th birthday. Reminds me of my TR - a classic beauty that transcends time. Its an Italian thing. Example: An American man has a closet full of suits and dresses like a dump. An Italian man has one suit but always looks impeccable. Sadly…. time will eventually win. Image Unavailable, Please Login Image Unavailable, Please Login
So true, all of it. My other half went to USC. A child of a classmate was graduating there so she attended the ceremony. Sophia had a son graduating in the same class. Well mom came to see Edourdo graduate. When she showed up she said you could have heard a pin drop. The entire place froze and went quiet. She still commanded that kind of attention.
Astons of that period were very nice cars. I have driven several. But there is nothing special about them.
