I can remember seeing some of the early films on the big screen as a young boy. "Gold Finger" and "Thunder Ball" come to mind. My Mom and her sister would drop off my cousins and I at The Beach Theater in The Bronx for the Saturday matinee. Besides the 007 movies, I had the toy attache case with all the gadgets, flat throwing knife, Luger with scope and silencer, 007 ID wallet, and other cool spy stuff. I also had the match box, Bond DB5 Aston Martin with cool spy gadgets, smoke screen, ejector seat, bulletproof rear screen, oil spilling device, machine guns, and knock off hubs that would extend out to slice up the side of villains chase car. James Bond is still the boss. When ever I get the opportunity I still enjoy seeing the early films.
So anyway, this is my Aston Martin Story. The year was 1972, my uncle was considering rescuing a red 1959 DB4 Aston Martin from a body shop that started putting a 327 small block Chevy engine in to replace the beautiful twin over head cam inline 6. I remember going with my Dad and Uncle to look at it. It was gorgeous. I was so hooked on Aston Martinís. They had already started to cut the firewall to make room for the V8. I was thinking, buy it, they wanted $600.00. The reason they were fitting a Chevy engine was because the original owner had put a rod through the Astonís engine block. In the early 70ís a 1959 DB4 wasnít worth that much but replacement engines were very expensive and hard to come by. My Uncleís plan was to save the Aston engine for a later date and temporarily install a Jaguar 4.2 straight six into the Aston. In those years I think the Aston and Jaguar engines were pretty similar, besides he had one sitting on the shelf from a heavily damaged 4.2 sedan. Remember, my Dad and his brother had a import salvage business. It sounded like a great plan. So after several months of back and forth negotiations Uncle Ed finally bought it. Well as some of you know my Uncle died and untimely death in a house fire in March 1974. My Dad was in charge of dissolving his brothers estate. I asked Dad, who is 82 and doing well why he didnít hang on to it. He canít remember details like that any more. I clearly remember begging Dad to keep it along with Uncle Edís Triumph Bonneville motorcycle. I was 15 at that time, a boys dream Aston Martin and a Triumph motorcycle. I really think looking back on that time in Dadís life he was probably in shock, loosing his brother and business partner must have been difficult. There was a lot going on with closing their business and liquidating their assets. Within two years of Edís passing Dad sold our house in NJ and started over in Clearwater Florida. So to me the Aston Martin is the one that got away. For my Dad on the other hand I think he was trying to put it all behind him and move on.
Thanks to all my readers for sharing these stories, Tony