What is it?
On the surface the new Aston Martin Vantage V12 would appear to be a double-edged sword. For on the one hand it is undeniably Aston’s wildest and most exciting road car in recent history. But on the other, it does seem to point a great big finger in the direction of the DBS and say; “anything you can do, I can do better – and for £25,000 less.”
But whatever internal dilemmas Aston Martin may have created for itself with the 510bhp V12 Vantage, one thing is abundantly clear: this car is not for the faint hearted. It’s a proper hairy-chested driver’s car, similar in character to the original V8 Vantage from the late ’70s, early ’80s.
That is just as well, considering the sort of opposition it is up against. Step forward Ferrari’s achingly excellent but soon-to-be-replaced F430, Lamborghini’s quite brilliant new Gallardo LP560-4 and, of course, the Porsche 911 GT2.
Turning the regular Aston V8 Vantage into the tarmac-shredding V12 did not take Aston Martin an especially long time – about 12 months from start to finish – and the processes required to do so are predictable; shoehorn the larger V12 into the engine bay without chopping the chassis around too much, lower and stiffen the suspension, fit the carbon ceramic brakes from the DBS and give the interior a once over.
Yet the end result is a car that looks and feels like an entirely natural evolution of what’s gone before. It doesn’t seem in any way like an afterthought.
The only disappointing aspect is how much it weighs. Even though it has lightweight bucket seats and gets the carbon ceramic brake discs from the DBS, it weighs a mere 15kg less than its big brother.
The suspension is a massive 80 per cent stiffer at the back (40 per cent at the front) while the steering, dampers and rear differential have all been similarly uprated. And to prove how serious a driver’s car Aston Martin believes the Vantage V12 to be, it has even fitted track day-spec Pirelli P-Zero Corsa tyres as standard. Which is great – until you come across a patch of standing water, at which point you’re in the lap of the gods.