Pimp Uncle Keith's Ride!!

I couldn't back up far enough to get the whole thing in the picture.

Room to spare.

Old Birry shouldn't look so grumpy considering I gots my arm around him.

Pimp-wanna-be

Life imitates art as Mark and Shaun live out that Hip song.

God-damn but you know there's trouble coming when a bunch of low-ridin' pimp hooligans almost run ya off the road and then pull into your driveway.
It took Pimp-Daddy about half an acre to get the old girl properly turned around and then finally moored up along side the garage. Stowed away all comfortable behind the tinted windows there was a small army of greasy characters that came pouring out in clown car fashion to stretch their legs. We then resupplied on beer and went back to the truck depot at a proper pimp touring speed of 20km an hour. Right on about Russleville there was even a couple ole whoores to gawk at, and our spedometer was reading just right to take a good look at the junk in their trunk.
Back at the garage Uncle Keith stood by as his big cadillac got a bath. I ain't ever sawed him look quite so proud when he scene it all white and sparklin' except maybe that time he stunt-flipped the car or when his first child was born.