No Aston Martin Is Safe: The DBS Octavia Restomod Nightmare Unleashed
Hello everyone. Gather round, because today we’re diving headfirst into something so ostentatious you can practically hear it revving from across the Atlantic. It’s called the Aston Martin DBS “Octavia,” a donor 1971 classic that has been molested, rebuilt, and shoved full of carbon fiber organs by the Ringbrothers. Yes, the very same Ringbrothers who usually churn out American muscle-bound Frankensteins decided to take a swing at a genteel British classic… and then forced it on 12,000 hours of reconstructive surgery.
12,000 Hours of Therapy for a Car That Didn’t Ask For It
Let’s be fair: 12,000 hours is an obscene number. That’s not “we restored a car.” That’s “we held it hostage in our basement until it forgot its own name.” The car started as a ’71 DBS delivered straight from London. Now, it’s basically a cautionary tale in what happens when CAD software meets caffeine. It’s all carbon-fiber shell, integrated cage, and a custom chassis so stiff it could moonlight as a chiropractor’s nightmare.
Don’t get me wrong, the engineering sounds incredible – if you admire precision bombarding at the molecular level. Every piece was bespoke. Bearings and tires are just about the only mortal components left. Everything else? Built exclusively for this one car, never to be seen again. A medical analogy? Sure. This is like creating a patient with completely custom organs, then brashly snickering, “Oh, your pancreas doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world.” From a doctor’s perspective, that’s not curing the flu, that’s playing God with a scalpel and duct tape.
805 Horsepower: From Martini Shaker to Heart Palpitations
Under that clamshell hood – which looks like it wants to swallow passing pedestrians – sits a Ford Performance 5.0-liter V8. Yes, they gutted an Aston Martin heritage piece and shoved in the heart of an American pony car. But wait, it gets better. They slapped a 2.65-liter supercharger on top, giving it a laughably excessive 805 horsepower, coupled to a six-speed manual. Translation: it’s like drinking five martinis, then deciding to play Gran Turismo by actually driving through a Starbucks.
“Aston Martini.” Because nothing screams subtle like turning your valve covers into a bar menu reference.
Design By Committee: Bond Meets Minecraft
The outside sparkles in Glasurit’s Double-0 Silver accented with Nuclear Olive Green. Yes, Nuclear Olive Green – the kind of paint choice that makes you wonder if this was funded with leftover Cold War budgets. On the inside, it’s all pleated leather, carbon dashboards, and stainless 3D-printed accents. A see-through gearshift because… why not, right? Nothing makes sense anymore, so sure, translucence for a transmission lever is a thing now.
But here lies the crowning jewel of excessive in-jokery: the “Aston Martini” valve covers and a dipstick shaped like a martini glass. Subtle. Nothing captures the essence of heritage better than throttling it with dad jokes. It’s basically like modding Skyrim and thinking turning every dragon into Thomas the Tank Engine was high art. Yes, it’s funny, but you wouldn’t invite it to dinner with the Queen.
So… Is It Brilliant or Blasphemy?
Here’s the rub. On a technical level, this project is jaw-dropping in scale and audacity. Custom everything. A love letter to cutting-edge fabrication. But as a car? It feels like someone cloned James Bond, then replaced his martini with a Red Bull Vodka. It’s powerful, over-engineered, and ashamed of its heritage. It’s no longer a British grand tourer. It’s become a tool for the ultra-rich to park in their hangar-sized garage, pour a drink, and bore their guests with tales of “bespoke metallurgy.”
Gaming analogy? It’s like taking Dark Souls, modding every asset into Fortnite skins, and then proudly declaring it’s “the ultimate Soulslike.” Objectively, the effort is staggering. Subjectively, it’s bloody ridiculous.
Final Verdict
The Aston Martin DBS Octavia is technically awe-inspiring yet spiritually bankrupt. It’s an engineering marvel that also functions as a shrine to excess. You can admire it for its craft, but if you think this is what James Bond would drive, you might also believe Area 51 is full of Teslas.
For me? Impressive, yes. Beautiful, debatably. But true to Aston Martin? Not a chance. This is a restomod fever dream on a martini bender, and I’ll leave it at that.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is entirely my opinion.
Article source: ringbrothers sculpts aston martin restomod with carbon fiber and 3D-printed stainless steel, designboom.com
