Review: Aston Martin Rapide

Posted on 15. Mar, 2010 by in Auto News

I know someone who has been in the fashion industry most of her life. Your affinity with beautiful male models, it is not surprising, but their insistence-a "shush" sound with a finger to her lips, it must presume that the eye candy express their opinions in any case has accompanied me to think. Perhaps beauty and critical thinking are two circles that intersect rare in the Venn diagram of life? True dat, I can not remember a day when the Aston Martin, the beautiful historic cars have not been revealed by the power of neighboring Jaguars or the German and Italian brands underfoot. And with the Rapide sedan, we have to admire another breathtaking Aston Martin. Shush!

The Rapide is certainly a looker. The roofline moves illegal speeds, thanks to greenhouse tumblehome hectares and the muscular hips of the rear wings' leading edge. Sure, the Rapide a hunkering, pompous affair. But unlike the earth hugging wedge 1976 by William Towns Aston Martin Lagonda, the Rapide is not a serious rethinking of the traditional luxury sedan: A Dachshund-based DB9 is a significantly wider rear track. No wonder then that the Rapide Sun resembles the coupe there is almost no difference from the front or back. For all the grief this website Detroit has for its bankruptcy-worthy cross-platform use, is Aston Martin badge engineering for the D & G crowd a slippery slope (see: Aston Cygnet planned).

And it is the same inside: think Mazda RX8 with a Vantage Extreme Makeover. Apart from the small front porch inmates receive the same decadent atmosphere of Aston coupes. Maybe that's a good thing, according to a recent redesign of the center console is easier to control, better navigation interface and a chronometer, use the not lifted from a Ford Fusion. And the fifteen speakers from Bang & Olufsen has interstellar imaging after obtaining the diva-like tweeter about yourself and fully extend from the dashboard. While the Panamera does not share much of anything with the 911, the badge is designed Rapide still a fun piece of kit: the rear seats make a folding trick to the hatchback is a bit useless space into something worthy to extend IKEA. Like, awesome.

Our test model came with black leather, red stitching, metal trim with polished accents: a decidedly sporty, top-dollar affair that looks even better than it smells and. All four seats for a beautiful, thin people who appreciate thin padding, albeit with the heating and cooling functions contoured as required at this price. The Alcantara headliner bow attached to the tail, excluding the provision for a glazed roof. But the tiny vanity mirror turn your face into a fun house distortion: perhaps the Rapide hates being a true luxury sedan as much as it wants you to hate you?

Self-hatred aside, the Rapide is a decent sports car from the driver's seat. The high-strung 6.0L mill is doing everything right Italian V12 sounds from behind and in the cabin, although bystanders wrote meters the same sucking sound of a Ford Duratec equipped Get a quick listen to the cam, because peak power comes much later than all top-drawer Merc or BMW sedan. German competition like this is the Rapide six speed automatic real, but up with rapid shifts and paddle controllers. Well enough you'll swear there is a F1-style gearbox operate below If the contest is not to fall in love with turbocharging, the Rapide would be a sweet rocket.

But corners are here for a reason, and the Rapide is characterized by its purity of the drive train and the coupe-like chassis. The low seating position, tight steering, adjustable dampers and 20-inch rolling stock provide a command performance flat turns with immense grip. I never felt the extra wheelbase or pound mass, and rotated the hindquarters the chassis with zero drama and no complaints: coupe power over everything.

But I was a second class citizen if the same dynamic tests occurred in the back seat. The intelligent damper 'smoother-than-drive DB9 is much appreciated, because it is loud and claustrophobic back again: the full-length console and assertive sound engine lose their elegant appearance after a few minutes of actual usage. The rear bucket, G-forces encouraging from the driver, although the terrible vision makes rear passengers wonder what the hell is wrong. And escape through the trap door portal (using Kia-worthy gas-assisted struts) with no scratches all leather or patent is a difficult task.

Maybe it was operator error: the dull boring venue and my clothes were not worthy of a typical Aston Martin owner. Expectations of high fashion aside, everyone understands how the Rapide compromise perfectly blurs the line between coupe and sedan, but a select few feel that mixture of bragging and disappointing. That's when they meet the business end of a Panamera or an AMG V12, natch. Thus, the Rapide is what was always an Aston: beautifully built, elegantly formed and behind the competition.