But it’s the rear cabin that’s really interesting. The tiny doors open up and out with the same swan-wing effect as the fronts. The individual rear buckets look wild but lack any kind of adjustment. You have to lower yourself in with the same foot-bum-foot sequence required by other extreme sports car. Once there you’re locked in place like an astronaut at lift-off, and getting out is even more inelegant.
But there’s plenty to keep you entertained. Aston has somehow managed to crowbar in an (optional) rear-seat entertainment system with a seven-inch screen in each seatback, as well as double cupholders and separate air-con controls for each rear passenger. There’s even a decent boot; with the flip-down divider in place you can hide 300 litres of stuff out of sight, and if you fold both the divider and the rear seats down you can get nearly 900 litres in; two sets of golf clubs won’t be a problem.
But is it comfortable? At six feet tall and sitting behind a driver’s seat set for me, frankly, no; my knees and head were in full contact with the seatback and headlining. It would be tolerable for about fifteen minutes, and a shorter driver-passenger combination might be fine. But when your car looks this good, do you really care about giving your passengers deep-vein thrombosis on the way to the shops?
