What’s the collective noun for a group of Aston Martins?

Is it a ‘bond’ of Astons?

Maybe a ‘kill’ of Astons, with owners having a licence to kill?

Whatever it is, the Aston Owners Club of Victoria assembled in the northern Victorian border town of Mildura last weekend and a friend of ours, Ian B, was able to snap some photos of this multi-million dollar collection.

What I really enjoyed seeing in this collection was the number of 1970’s Aston V8’s. I had a friend at high school whose father had one of these. For me, strange as it is, these 1970s cars always said “Aston Martin” to me even more than the earlier Astons that made the brand famous. That’s changed, of course, but I’m still quite fond of what you might call the most British of muscle cars.

My thanks to Ian for sending in the photos. It must have been quite a symphony when these cars fired up.

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    1. OK, I’ll go with a “Q” of Astons if they are all waiting at a traffic signal, but what would we call them in other configurations? ๐Ÿ˜‰

  1. Glad that you were able to share these images Steven. I agree with CraigSu – a ‘bevy’ of Newport Pagnell’s finest is a fitting colllective noun.
    Seeing them in the flesh, the first thing that struck me was how few of them (with the exception of the DB5) showed evidence of a cosseted existence. Admittedly hard to tell with newer cars but the 70’s and earlier vehicles on display all had a well used patina with evidence of being driven first and foremost.
    Secondly – you aluded to ‘almost’ a muscle car appearence: Make no mistake the likes of the DBS is probably the size of a Boss Mustang from a similar era. The only other British Grand Tourer I can think of with similar proportions would be the Jensen Interceptor and as everyone knows, that unit was powered by a Chrysler big block V8.
    It was a shame I didn’t manage to greet any of the owners except one, in the briefest way, with only enough time to gain permission to take the photographs.
    I’m sure many people have an ‘Aston story’ to tell; maybe a recollection of a Goodwood FOS event or a ‘my Uncle had one’ scenario. At my Grandparents house there were two plastic construction kit models of a DB3 Le Mans racer and a Lotus 11 which my Dad had put together in his younger days. I used to sit and stare at them for hours. On another occasion I was riding my bicycle down the A5 to Northampton to see a girlfriend of the time (a trip of some 80 miles) when I came across a genuine DB4 GT Zagato pulled over at a filling station. Needless to say, I took a welcome break from my journey to talk to its owner through the plexi-glass window. It was finished in that evocative shade of light metalic green – just do a Google image search and you’ll see what I mean. Someone will know the name for that colour.
    Lastly, and this could make a whole new blog post, my first job was at a petrol station in my home town. From day 1 I worked there, there was a fable that the boss owned a 1930’s Aston Martin which was sitting in unrestored, semi-derelict condition in a garage in a corner of his property. This turned out to be the truth which I verified by sneaking down one day and squeezing through a narrow gap between the garage and boundary fence and gazing through cobwebs and a grimy window at a 1,1/2 Litre open tourer, long chassis Aston from the mid to late 30’s. It was British Racing Green with cycle guard fenders and side-exiting exhaust. I think it was a MkII rather than an earlier LeMans (which were built on a shorter chassis) but very similar in appearence. I will write you when I have time and attach a short history of that experience as a petrol pump attendant which might encourage others with similar stories to share theirs.
    Hope you’re all having a good week everyone.

  2. Brief Aston story 1 – As mentioned, a friend from school had one in the family. He wasn’t that close a friend that I could wrangle a ride, but we had our last-day-of-school party at his house and I spent some time looking in admiration. That V8 was a sight to behold.

    Brief Aston story 2 – While you were shooting these pictures, I had an Aston sighting whilst driving in Melbourne. It was a convertible sitting at a set of lights and fortunately for me, he was in a hurry. The noise as he took off was to die for.

    Brief Aston story 3 – On my first holiday to England a few years ago, I lost count of the number of Astons in London. There’s definitely some money in the old city, that’s for sure.

    It’s a company I’m not nearly familiar enough with. I’ll have to rectify that.

  3. My knowledge of the english language (I’m swedish) is not good enough to find the perfect word for a group of Astons.
    Even the ugliest Ason Martin is prettier than most other (inferior?) cars.
    And the best looking Astons almost makes my eyes water. The Db5, DB7, DB9… The list goes on…
    I have even had the opportunity to sit inside the Rapide. What a car…

    I even like the Cygnet. ๐Ÿ™‚

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