Back to that starter. A deep growl at idle, but a subdued one. At 380 horsepower from 4.3 liters, we're talking about a busy but not frantic state of tune. The clutch is medium to heavy, the shifter, too. Not snicky like a Miata's or oddly light like a 911's, but neither primitive like a Viper's--just the feeling of moving important pieces of metal around. The suspension thumps at low speed--not harsh, but stiff, like it's waiting for some real work to do.
From your first mile down the road, you feel the rigid nature of this structure, just from the taut way the body dulls road impacts. But there's another aspect to its structural integrity: that the steering column, shifter, and seats are devoid of flex or shimmy. That's not a characteristic that affects test-track numbers or cornering prowess (which may be why some sports-car engineers pay so little heed to the fact), but it bolsters the sensation of commanding a well-engineered piece.

Excellent seats are deep-bolstered on either side of your thighs and lower back to clamp you in hard cornering, but also sensitively padded and 10-way power adjustable for long-haul comfort. The steering wheel and pedals are well placed, although a narrow footwell--a consequence of the engine rammed so far back toward you--limits room for heel-toe gearshifts. And the center stack looks so much better than it actually works. Splendid, big alloy climate knobs are just fine, but the phone/stereo system has too many oversmall buttons, awkwardly placed. What buffoonery led Aston to conclude that grouping the phone dial buttons in rows of two instead of the usual three would make it easier in a moving car? And the menu logic is just as perverse. Never mind, we're here to drive.

On the highway, the Vantage sends all the right signals of urgency, even without gunning the engine. That V-8 remains docile but willing up to middle crank speeds, serving no more torque than you'd expect for its size, but a gratifying quick-wittedness. But above 4000 rpm, Aston turns to Astonishing. Something awakens in the exhausts, and it's a gorgeously naughty something: a deep, bellowing, hard-edged beat that signals the start of the proper end of the performance envelope. The rev needle travels counter-clockwise, hitting vertical at 7000, and a shift light pops on shortly after, at the 7300-rpm power peak. So it's no simple sport getting the best from this engine--gearchanges have to be timed to a hairsbreadth.