There is no argument that this is the most fetching four-door on the planet. That said, it suffers in both practicality and driving joy. Doors that swing upward for no good reason are the height of British folly. Entering the rear seats is like returning to the womb and exiting is only slightly less traumatic than the trip out the birth canal. The rough, sloppily painted castings displayed in the rear door openings and the manual steering wheel adjustments are not in keeping with a $200,000+ price. But what bothers me most is that a good running Mustang GT will blow this Aston in the weeds. A blatty exhaust promises performance that isn't delivered. The unforgivable sin is that the mighty V-12 lacks the gumption and gearing to burn rubber in first gear.