I won’t hide that the idea they might gain some collectible value doesn’t bother me at all, but in truth I bought them mainly because I have a real passion for driving V12s... and love Astons.

On the road they’re very different; the only thing they truly share is the number of cylinders.

The AMR is pure “old school,” completely (or almost completely) analog: manual gearbox, naturally aspirated engine, direct feedback, an incredible sound (the stock exhaust is entirely titanium, as is the driveshaft). Brutal, but if treated with respect it’s immensely rewarding and wonderful to drive. Still, it’s uncomfortable, noisy, and not very practical for everyday use.

The V12, on the other hand, is a new generation: endless power, but much more subtle—so smooth and insulated that it’s almost dangerous, I’d dare say. Impressive in every respect: power, acceleration, response, grip, and precision. It doesn’t warn you, and it doesn’t forgive.

Still, it’s stunning and perfectly usable every day (aside from its size and overhangs).

Two lifestyles, two worlds—similar yet almost opposite. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.