![]() When I return at 7:00 that night, the DB11 is there, untouched but-am I projecting?-slightly annoyed at sitting idle all day. It just meant that I had to wait longer to pay the ticket.įeeling strangely energetic, I pay $7 to park the car for the day and hop on the train. (I was going downhill!) I took that one to court because, well, you never know. The local constabulary doesn’t have a lot of crime to worry about, so they compensate by preying on morning-rushed drivers who nudge slightly over the speed limit, as I found out one tragic dawn when my Volkswagen Tiguan and I hit 70 in the 50. My only challenge: keeping vaguely close to the 50-miles-an-hour speed limit. The car seems to glide effortlessly, hugging the road, all four tires glued to the wet pavement. And my road to the station, Route 22 around the Kensico Reservoir, was made for the DB11’s grand touring mode-big sweeping curves, views of water and forest that make a morning commute quite palatable, the sun peeking over hilltops and glinting off the flat water of the reservoir. Still…the idea that a DB11 is my station car pleases me. I take the Aston to the North White Plains Metro-North station, fully aware that driving a $254,000 car to the morning commute is the reductio ad absurdum of a midlife crisis. (I didn’t read it, but I signed it.) Brian hands me the key, hops a ride from a colleague in a waiting Acura, and they chug out the driveway. Or at least that’s what it sounded like to me. But then, you wouldn’t typically drive your Aston Martin around the suburbs for a weekend, either. ![]() You can do the math: If gas mileage is a priority, don’t buy a supercar. The 20-gallon tank is full, and the on-screen display informs me that I have an expected range of 346 miles. I’ve driven Aston Martins before-though not, ahem, that much-but just in case, Brian gives me a refresher: the keyless ignition, the center panel glove box that glides open at the touch of a button, the driving modes (Grand Touring, Sport and Sport Plus), the 12-inch LCD screen, the nav system with voice activation, the paddle shifters, the two conical Bang and Olufsen speakers that rise stealthily from the front corners of the dashboard when you turn on the sound system. The guy driving the Aston-I’ll call him “Brian,” because that’s his name-hops out with a serious grin on his face. Related The Positive Impact of Sharing Your Breast Cancer Journey ![]()
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