I had the 2014 Aston Martin DB9 Volante for a measly weekend. My possession of the nearly $220,000 sports car was just enough time to make my perfectly serviceable 2008 Honda Accord suddenly seem woefully lacking. After spending those days gripping the DB9’s leather wheel, my rickety sedan drives more like a go-kart than an automobile. And after the booming clarity of the Aston’s impeccable 7.1 digital surround sound system, listening to music in my Accord now sounds like it’s being coughed out of a Walkie Talkie someone duct-taped to the car door.
But the Aston ain’t showy. Not like its sportier ilk, at least: It doesn’t have a stark-red or bright blue body, nor do its doors open like outstretched wings. And although its 12-cylinder, 510 horsepower engine makes it a breeze to zoom by the other, lesser machines on the tollway, its dark chrome color and sleek bodylines mean that it’s incognito enough to fit in at a supermarket parking lot.