2024 Aston Martin DB12 Volante First Drive: Make Up Your Mind, Aston
The phenomenal new DB12 convertible blurs the line between exotic GT and supercar, but to what end?The new drop-top version of Aston Martin’s flagship DB12 is stupendous: Fast, loud, agile, and so beautiful it will make your soul ache. It is, in every sense of the overused word, an awesome car.
Now that we have that out of the way, we can tell you the one thing that’s arguably wrong with it.
Britain Targets Italy
What’s “wrong” with the 2024 Aston Martin DB12 Volante may well stem from a shift in Aston Martin’s direction. The company no longer wishes to be seen as a competitor for Germanic Brits Rolls-Royce and Bentley; instead, it has set its sights southeast to Italy. New targets acquired: the supercars of Ferrari and Lamborghini. This seems to explain the biggest potential problem with the DB12 Volante, which is its rock-hard ride.
Now, one of the things that makes the DB12 so stupendously awesome is that it puts that rock-hard ride to excellent use. The purpose of a stiff suspension is to keep the tires firmly on the ground so they don’t lose traction, and holy hell does the new DB12 Volante do that.
We can tell a lot about a car by where the manufacturer takes us to drive it. If the press preview is on the arrow-straight roads of Miami, you can bet the suspension sucks. If it’s in Phoenix, where there are still a couple of curves left over from World War II, it’s not much better.
Aston had us pick up the DB12 in Santa Monica, California, and directed us to go west on Pacific Coast Highway, then turn up into the hills above Malibu, where some of the best twisty roads in the country are there to be mastered. “You know the roads,” we were told. “Go where you want. Be back in three hours and try not to bend up the cars.” Point being: Any PR pro worth the salt in their own tears only turns car critics like us loose on roads like that if they know their car is going to perform.
And perform the DB12 Volante did. With 671 hp and 590 lb-ft of torque on tap from the 4.0-liter, twin-turbo V-8—basically the same mill found in the DBX 707—your choice of gear in the ZF eight-speed automatic is irrelevant. There is no sweet spot, no noticeable turbo lag; there is only power, raw and brutish, the force-times-distance analog to freshly killed red meat.
We chose to use the paddle shifters only because accessing the upper rev band releases an almighty bellow that is a wonder to experience. Praise be to the chorus of trombones and tubas apparently hidden away in the DB12’s back bumper—and when do those guys and gals take a breath?





