Pimp My...

One fair, sunny weekend over at my folks place we happened to be craving a bbq. My esteemed parents had the necessary foodstuffs in the fridge, however advised that the bbq was somewhat the worse for wear, and may in fact have passed (as in to the other side, dead, non-functioning,broke). They therefore suggested that we grill the food but still eat this outside. IT IS NOT THE SAME!!!! What about the smell, the smoke, the charcoally black bits? It doesn't taste the same, and it doesn't involve the manly ugg fire thing!! I was a lil teeny bit inebriated, along with my sister's beau, (The Babe - so-named in response to my sister using/over-using the phrase whenever talking or referring to him) and we were frankly not amused and somewhat aghast.

After a brief heads-together moment (touching base I believe you may call it if you're into management speak) we decided to see if said bbq was salvagable, and boy did we rise to the ocassion!!!! Wire-brushes came out and we gingerly lifted the beauty out for a wee service/clean. Note that I mentioned "gingerly" lifting her? Well as we did so the bottom shelf, one leg, one wheel and the shelf that supports the gas cylinder crumbled away (rust was a small issue). Unperturbed we located some offcuts of wood to use as chocks, and she was upright once more!!!

Ever the mechnics, and ones to take it to extremes we toyed with the idea of pimping our bbq, as in pimp my ride, or car or micowave even in that rustlers tv advert. Custom bbq's, a bit of spray-paint, some go-faster stripes, or perhaps hot-rod stylie flames, panel-beating and filler (for the rust-effected areas), alloys, lowered suspension, underfloor blue uv lighting, performance tuning, the addition of some nitrous-oxide... Well it all seemed like a plan at the time. Here she is though, and she did us proud, she functioned, a little high-milage but our food was grand! Unfortunately her chassis completely gave way as we returned her to her place so thanks for the memories my gas-fuelled friend.