Thanks for enliighmemt,the bit extra on glass is the pimp. I note the writer is from Belgium so it is down to the
different meaning of a word. In a English the word Pimp a does not have a very good meaning,no need to explain but I could not understand how Sergei could Pimp his car!!!!
Pimp, as used in this context, Pimp my car or Pimp my ride
is originally an Americanism. Certainly I first came across this term some ten
or so years ago whilst on holiday in America.
There have been and may still be, television programmes,
Pimp my Ride for example in America and I believe it was also on UK television
or perhaps Sky for a short period.
The premise is that some poor but deserving member of the
public who has a clapped out car about to fall to bits is chosen by the
programme and some minor celebrity who hosts the show surprises them at home
and whisks their old clapped out banger away to the ""˜Shop' as it is known in
Hey presto after sometime but about 30 minutes on the television
the poor but deserving soul is reunited with their motor to find virtually a
new car, all re-built, extras added [some mostly cringe worthy] a full re-spray;
the works. This is followed by tears end of programme, thank god.
AHHhhh! Like STP stickers and fake bullet holes then . . . . . . . . .
I thought the 'blue' chromewas the protective film they put on for delivery (if it doesn't peel off, somebodysay quick, mine's ready for collection Wednesday . . . .).
eta: Thankfully the last time I was in Belgium the sky was that blue. After a fast autobahn blast across Germany headed for Calais, I had a horrible time in Liege (other than meeting a wonderful young lady in the centre, who tried really hard to find me somewhere to get euros), nobody would change money for me, and I was almost on reserve on my motorbike, desperate for fuel. So back on the motorway to try and get to Brussels, with the idea of assoon as the reserve light came on, I'd take the next exit and hope to find a friendly garage.
Believe me, holding back to 3,000 rpm in 6th gear as max rpm, was no joke, but the weather made it bearable (it was so nice, I stayed a week in Calais as a bonus), and I think I must have broken through 100mpg, as I made it to Brussels still not on reserve (I'd done some expensive mods to the bike to cope with touring inefficiencies with Continental ethanol ravaged fuel, after an earlier trip, and they really paid off).