A friend of mine had a DB5 many years ago and having driven it once I found it a bit underwhelming. It doesn't look like I'll be driving any others.
Reminded me when I was 8 or 9 (about 1967) and my parents rented an Anglia as their car had broken down and was garaged for repair. They needed to go to a family do. On the way home the Ford failed near Winchester so my dad called the owner and he kindly came to pick us up and take us home. He turned up in a georgeous bronze DB5, I and my Mum squeezed in the back, and I was in heaven, I just asked questions about the car all the way home. I remember when we hit a short dual carriageway near our village I asked how fast it went, and the owner obliged much to my and my Dads delight but not to my Mums
I think this, and sitting in a real GT40 that belonged to Paul Getti a year later in a local garage when my dad purchase a PB Cresta to replace the knackered Rover 80 sealed my fate to lust after motoring machinery for the rest of my life.
