Earlier this not so fine morning I told ya about two RL appointments I had to attend. The second one was with my new trusted oldtimer workshop, about gearbox oil leak and waterpump pulley falling off, so nothing too exciting. But the first one was rather cool, as I visited yet another vehicle pimping agency. And hey, this is much bigger than Rock Star Cars. Where Rock Stars mostly worked with pimping out other people’s cars, my new pimp, The Pound, has a whole fleet of own production vehicles.
Look for yourself:
Oh, and after the chief mechanic of my oldtimer workshop brought me home – in style – with an old Mustang …
… a short while later …
… a world-shattering apocalyptic tunder- and hailstorm decked out our little frontgarden with white paintballs. 😮 Hey fukk, I was made to belief this is supposed to be Africa! 😮
Yes yes, I know the land needs all the wet shit from above. Particularly after the severe drought from last summer. But please not when I’m out and about and my windscreen wipers don’t work. 😦