Aston Martin DB7 Vantage Volante

The sober facts and figures – accident-free, no winter operation for 24 years, original 35,900 km documented by the original service booklet and all invoices for work and inspections over the last 15 years. The overall condition of the DB7 V12 Volante is suitable for collectors and/or connoisseurs who can do both – admire this stunning convertible in their garage and occasionally enjoy well-maintained, stress-free drives under the best conditions.
* 12-cylinder engine with 420 HP and automatic transmission
* Blue metallic with beige leather interior
* Complete service history with only two previous owners
* Xenon headlights and alloy wheels
* Electrically adjustable and heated seats
* Automatic air conditioning and cruise control
* Traction control and front airbags for increased safety

One might think that an Aston Martin DB7 V12 Volante is not really a car, but a kind of mobile British state affair.
And when you stand in front of a model from the venerable year 2001, in Islay Blue Metallic, which looks as if the Scottish dusk has personally laid itself on the paint, you begin to suspect:
This car was not built – it was composed.
The car has only 35,900 kilometers on its distinguished back. That’s about as much as a long Sunday walk for an English bulldog: basically just warming up. You can feel that this engine – twelve cylinders, as wonderfully cultivated as an Oxford professor and at the same time roaring as decisively as an operatic baritone – has always been waiting for someone to really take it out for a spin.
Then you open the door. And suddenly the Conolly full leather cabin in beige greets you – that scent, which modern cars vainly search for because it does not come from vegan synthetic seats, but from real, honest British cattle hides.
An interior so softly drawn that one might think it is more a gentlemen’s club in Mayfair than a cockpit. The Volante shows itself openly when the roof is lowered: then it rolls off as gently as an aristocratic country nobleman in a comfortable tweed jacket.
The lines – intended for eternity – are not fashionable but majestic.
This car does not even try to appear modern. It is simply beautiful. And so self-evident that one wonders why we ever stopped designing truly beautiful cars.
Arriving at the driver’s seat, you know: this is not a sports car for the race track. It’s a touring car, a fast glider. A “if you’re going to do it, do it right” mobile. The mighty V12 up front – always as if it knew that its task is not racing but grandeur.
In short: this Aston Martin DB7 V12 Volante is one of those rare fortunate cases where technology, elegance, and British understatement merge into a moving poetry. A car that does not age but matures. And that only waits to meet someone who appreciates that an engine does not just run, but breathes cultivated.
A gentleman who still knows what dignity means.
And that’s exactly how it drives.
With best regards
Your dls-team