Someone Built a Corvette-Powered DB9 With Actual Flame Throwers. Yes, Really.

Someone took a wrecked Aston Martin DB9, tore out its soul, stuffed a Corvette V8 into its chest, mounted actual flame throwers in the grille, and somehow made it street legal. This is not a render. This is not a fantasy. This is a real car that exists, runs, drives, and has apparently just sold for over $38,000.

Built by Conquer Custom in Tampa, Florida, this 2006 DB9 started life as a humble British grand tourer before fate—and a crash that declared it a total loss—intervened. What emerged from the shop is something that looks like James Bond’s Aston Martin if Bond had spent too much time scrolling r/Shitty_Car_Mods and decided to make it real.

LS Power Meets British Elegance (Sort Of)

The first shock: the engine bay. Gone is Aston Martin’s 5.9-liter naturally aspirated V12—the engine that made DB9s feel like proper grand tourers. In its place sits a 6.2-liter LS3 V8 paired with a Corvette-sourced 4L65E four-speed automatic transaxle. The LS3 wears a mild camshaft, custom intake, long-tube headers, and Holley electronics.

Purists will absolutely lose their minds over this sentence. That’s fine. They’re missing the point entirely. This car isn’t trying to be a DB9 anymore—it’s trying to be the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen, and it’s committed to the bit.

Power delivery through an automatic was a deliberate choice, and there’s a very specific reason: the driver needs both hands free. You’ll understand why in a moment.

The Gadgets That Make This Car Absolutely Insane

Behind the grille sits the pièce de résistance: twin minigun-style assemblies that shoot actual flames. Not LED flame kits. Not visual theater. Real propane and oxygen tanks mounted in the trunk feed the burners. A linear actuator tilts the entire front fascia forward to reveal them—because why be subtle?

But why stop at flame throwers? The builder didn’t. Smoke canisters line the rear for dramatic exits that would make any spy movie jealous. The interior dashboard features a custom switch panel that looks more like a prop department reject than factory equipment. A custom digital gauge cluster displays 007 graphics, because of course it does.

The cabin has been retrimmed in black Alcantara, a Bluetooth audio system was grafted in, and the original climate controls technically remain—though the AC compressor now requires manual toggling via a dashboard switch. The windshield wipers no longer work. The horn is button-activated from inside the cabin. Fuel apparently has to be added slowly due to the car’s salvage-vehicle history.

The Catch

Here’s where we need to be honest: this is a salvaged vehicle. It is far from perfect. It’s gloriously, magnificently imperfect. The kind of imperfect that makes you realize someone prioritized “will this make people lose their minds?” over “will this be reliable?”

And yet, someone just paid over $38,250 for it. That tells you everything you need to know about where car culture has gone in the social media age.

Peak Internet Car Energy

There’s something genuinely beautiful about this build’s existence. It’s not trying to set records or prove engineering prowess. It’s not a restomod chasing authenticity or a tuner chasing lap times. It’s simply a person who looked at a salvaged car and said, “What if we made the dumbest, most entertaining version of this possible?” Then they actually did it.

The DB9 platform itself is historically significant—a proper grand tourer that defined Aston’s 2000s era. But this particular example has transcended that legacy. It’s become something else entirely: a functional art piece, a conversation starter, and proof that the most interesting cars aren’t the ones engineered in Stuttgart or Coventry anymore. They‘re the ones built in a custom shop by people with unlimited audacity and access to propane.

Will it be the next car you buy? Probably not. Should you immediately click on the listing to see every photo? Absolutely. This is what happens when budget constraints become a feature, not a bug.

Sources: Carscoops