|  Walking up to the Aston Martin DB9, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to drive it or sleep with it. If running your hand over the DB's sculptured haunches and taut lines doesn't give you a warm feeling in your nether regions, you should surrender your pistonhead privileges at the door. Very few inanimate objects attain this level of beauty; those that do either rock your world or break your heart, or, as in this case, both.
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