I pushed the gearshift of the silver Aston Martin into second gear as the wheels immediately grabbed the pavement.  Looking down to my right I could see deep into the valley, which was surely a three hundred foot drop. I glanced up at the rear mirror where I saw the car following me get ever closer.

Shots rang out as I attempted to maneuver yet another hairpin corner while trying to maintain speed.  Looking down at the console to my left, my eyes were transfixed on the several switches concealed under the cover. There, that one I recalled as I flipped the switch into the on position. Immediately a retractable bulletproof screen appeared from the truck and went into action blocking bullet after bullet.

Looking back again I can see that three more cars have joined the chase. Now on a straightaway, one of the cars makes a move to pass. As the car pulled up beside me I could see two of the meanest looking thugs that I had ever seen. Yes, I could have stepped on it and left them in my dust but I had another plan. The others boxed in tightly behind as the passing car pulled in front. Again I looked down at the console while maintaining my grip on the steering wheel.

This is it, live or let die. As the car in front started to brake with the intention of forcing me to a quick stop, I grabbed the gearshift and flipped up the top exposing a red button. I was about to press down on the button when I realized that this was the ejection seat! That’s not going to do me any good. My hand reached down to the console once again. Flicking the top two switches with deliberation, the two front fender-hidden Browning machine guns began to spit out bullets at a lightning pace. The car in front veered left and then right crashing through the guardrail and plunging down the side of the hill until it was out of sight. Looking in the rearview mirror I could see the other cars backing off as a flash of smoke could be seen billowing from the valley.

Apparently this didn’t detract the others, as within seconds they were back on my tail, more angered then ever.  I slipped the DB5 into a lower gear, as I ascended a very steep hill. The car behind me started to nudge the Aston Martin hoping to knock me off-kilter. It’s time to use another trick up my sleeve.  As the DB5 roared over the highway I reached down with my left hand and counted: one, two and flip.  As quickly as that the rear taillight opened and began to spray out quarts of oil, which had an immediate reaction on the cars trailing me. Spinning recklessly out of control all three cars….

“Lynn…… Lynn….”.

“Huh, what?”

“Are you finished playing around?  We have to bring the truck in now and load it up.  It’s time to take it down to Arizona for the auction,” the man replied.

“Oh, yes, I’m finished.  I just wanted to say goodbye to her,” I replied.

I didn’t want to tell him that I was thousands of miles away recreating a famous scene from a James Bond movie, one that had taken place in the now legendary Aston Martin.  But here it is, sitting at its rightful place, Camp-X, the home of James Bond where Ian Fleming had watched as secret agents learned their trade and where he hatched an idea that would live forever.

Yes, the famous Aston Martin DB5, modified to meet all of the ‘special needs’ of James Bond, had made its way across the ocean to the birthplace of the character that would make it so famous.

When asked where the car was headed the man said, “To an undisclosed location.”
And so the secret world of James Bond continued.