Aston Martin

 The man who drives an Aston is the man who left silver and got into gold with all the clever money. 

 The man who drives an Aston is the man who bows to no one. 

The man who drives an Aston is the same man who owns 32 suits. All of them tailored to perfection. 

 He is the man who orders a Martini, shaken not stirred.

  He is the man who plays poker with socialites on the weekends—and carries a silenced 9mm.  

 He is the man who has No Time to Die.   

 He is James Bond. 

 Or at least he thinks he is. 

 Really, he’s Dave. 

 Dave clocks in at 9 AM every day and says hello to his boss. 

 Then he sits in his boring office. 

Looking at boring work things on his computer. 

Drinking a boring coffee.

  Being, overall, very boring. 

 But when he gets in his car, he is not Dave. 

No, now his name is Bond, James Bond. 

 And that.

That is the Aston Martin effect.