In the center of the tachometer, a digital speed repeater lessens the struggle of reading the analog speedo. A struggle made no easier by the upward blurring of its needle and, by now, of the road ahead. There are no unpredictable steps in that performance envelope, by the way, for this is a relatively simple engine, but it certainly works as hard as it roars in the upper regions. It puts me in mind of a 6.0-liter LS2 Corvette, though obviously the torque isn't so brutal down low--but a better shifter on the Aston encourages you to compensate with the gearbox.
Hang on a minute. Compact, focused, front V-8, rear drive, rear transmission, two-seater? Yes, Vantage and Vette do tick a lot of the same boxes. Exquisite body and cabin aside, is there much a V8 Vantage can do in raw down-the-road terms to justify its terrifying price premium?

Now we're really working the Vantage, and, as its early stiffness suggests, the suspension sure likes having to put its shoulder to the wheel. The undulations and nasty cambers of an English country road are renowned for their ability to expose unhappy damping and poor suspension geometry, but the Aston uses all its wishbone travel with aplomb, never crashing onto the bumpstops, always maintaining stability. There's vertical motion, but it's controlled, and it doesn't affect the cornering because constantly weighted tire/road contact was obviously the priority. The result is gargantuan grip and traction, not just on smooth dry pavement but on the rough and the damp, too. And, as you'd expect from that short wheelbase and low polar moment, it turns in sharply, resists understeer, and barely hints at pitch or squat.

So. It's fast, sounds magnificent, and has a capable chassis and looks to die for. Am I in love with it? Not quite. I drive further than planned in search of that state of grace, but it never quite clicks. The steering fails to engage me, coming up short on feel, failing to communicate all the action going on down at tire level. Somehow the Vantage feels like it was set up at a track (it was--the Nuerburgring) in pursuit of understeer-free fast lap times, by drivers whose corner knowledge was already so complete they didn't need more from the steering. Well, folks, on a real and unknown road, in a car capable of these cornering speeds, I want all the knowledge I can get. Not just for the sake of much-needed confidence, but for the sake of the sensory pleasures central to a sports car. The sorts of pleasures the Vantage's other talents supply in such abundance.