The big question's are....Where do you keep the Beer cold and who hold the tonge's
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| Author: | willy [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 10:49 pm ] |
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Well ive got a front cut and im making it into a BBQ... its a rover front. Has anyone done such a thing? I'm thinknig a 2 or 3 burner would be the biggest that would fit. I'm going to use proper working headlights and parking lights, and spray it Rover Cooper Red with white racing stripes. Pics as my progress... progresses. |
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| Author: | gafmo [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 10:54 pm ] |
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The big question's are....Where do you keep the Beer cold and who hold the tonge's
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| Author: | willy [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 10:55 pm ] |
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Beer cold - esky Tong holder - maybe the front grille.. |
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| Author: | gafmo [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 10:59 pm ] |
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big willy wrote: Tong holder - maybe the front grille.. No...No....No..its your BBq they aty in your hands unless you pass them onto someone else.....once you come back its your choice 
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| Author: | willy [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:01 pm ] |
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Ok now has anyone seen such a thing? The google search i did was farken useless... its easier to find an english essay on google than it is to find a "mini bbq" 
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| Author: | gafmo [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:30 pm ] |
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I have not seen one in the flesh but consibering it...but makeing sure its on wheels..Of course...four burner will fit just checked with mine 
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| Author: | WhoDat [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:30 pm ] |
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Gafmo - Willie's a bit young to have learnt the ettique of the tong master yet. So for his enlightenment on his quest for his own alter of the BBQ.... The Tong Master The Tong-Master Griff, was at the barbecue and Joel was at the barbecue and I was at the barbecue; three men standing around a barbecue, sipping beer, staring at sausages, rolling them backwards and forwards, never leaving them alone. We didn't know why we were at the barbecue; we were just drawn there like moths to a flame. The barbecue was a powerful gravitational force, a man-magnet. Joel said "the thin ones could use a turn", I said "yeah I reckon the thin ones could use a turn", Griff said "yeah they really need a turn", it was a unanimous turning decision. Griff was the Tong-Master, a true artist, he gave a couple of practice snaps of his long silver tongs, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of his wrist, rolling them onto their little backs. A lessor tong-man would've flicked too hard; the sausages would've gone full circle, back to where they started. Nice, I said. The others went "yeah". Kevin was passing us, he heard the siren song - the sizzle of the snags, the barbecue was calling, beckoning, Kevinnnnn .... come. He stuck his head in and said, "any room"? We said "yeah" and begun the barbecue shuffle; Griff shuffled to the left, Joel shuffled to the left, I shuffled to the left, Kevin slipped in beside me, we sipped our beer. Now there were four of us staring at the sausages and Griff gave me the nod - my cue. I was second-in-command, and I had to take the raw sausages out of the plastic bag and lay them on the barbecue; not too close together, not too far apart, curl them into each other's bodies like lovers - fat ones, thin ones, herbed and continental. The chipolatas were tiny, they could easily slip down between the grill, falling into molten hot-bead-netherworld below. Carefully I laid them sideways ACROSS the grill, clever thinking. Griff snapped his tongs with approval; there was no greater barbecue honour. P.J came along, he said "looking good, looking good" - the irresistible lure of the barbecue had pulled him in too. We said "yeah", and did the shuffle, left, left, left, left, he slipped in beside Kevin, we sipped our beer. Five men, lots of sausages. Joel was the Fork-pronger; he had the fork that pronged the tough hides of the Bavarian bratwursts and he showed a lot of promise. Stabbing away eagerly, leaving perfect little vampire holes up and down the casing. P.J was shaking his head, he said "I reckon they cook better if you don't poke them". There was a long silence, you could have heard a chipolata drop, and this newcomer was a rabble-rouser, bringing in his crazy ideas from outside. He didn't understand the hierarchy; first the Tong-Master, then the Sausage-layer, then the Fork-pronger - and everyone below was just a watcher. Maybe eventually they'll move up the ladder, but for now - don't rock the Weber. Dianne popped her head in; "hmmmm, smells good", she said. She was trying to jostle into the circle; we closed ranks, pulling our heads down and our shoulders in, mumbling "yeah yeah", but making no room for her. She was keen, going round to the far side of the barbecue, heading for the only available space.... the gap in the circle where all the smoke and ashes blew. Nobody could survive the gap; Dianne was going to try. She stood there stubbornly, smoke blinding her eyes, ashes filling her nostrils, sausage fat spattering all over her arms and face, until she couldn't take it any more, she gave up and backed off. Kevin waited till she was gone and sipped his beer. We sipped our beer, "yeah". Griff handed me his tongs. I looked at him and he nodded. I knew what was happening, I'd waited a long time for this moment - the abdication. The tongs weighed heavy in my hands, firm in my grip. Was I ready for the responsibility? Yes, I was. I held them up high and they glinted in the sun. Don't forget to turn the thin ones Griff said, as he walked away from the barbecue, disappearing toward the house. "Yeah" I called back, "I will, I will". I snapped the tongs twice, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of my wrist, rolling them back onto their little bellies. I was a natural, I was the TONG-MASTER. But only till Griff got back from the toilet !!! |
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| Author: | thommo09 [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:36 pm ] |
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lol....i've read that one before WD....funny stuff that
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| Author: | WhoDat [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:42 pm ] |
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Yeah, a classic cooper BBQ deserves a classic response.
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| Author: | gafmo [ Mon Dec 13, 2004 11:42 pm ] |
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Very well done Whodat  If I could clap Iwould.
Its a resposability and a pride that is destowed opon you. and very well put 
I would have love to been thier, sitting back and watched
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| Author: | supercharged 850 [ Tue Dec 14, 2004 1:57 am ] |
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Naaaaa..... it'll NEVER happen!! BAAAAAAhahahahahahaaaaa
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| Author: | lobby69 [ Tue Dec 14, 2004 7:25 am ] |
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tha bbq story is a classic!, love it! suggest u have the grill of folding springs......so it fold down and flips pack up.....so u can get to the drip tray....or burners if u have a shity old bbq! good luck!
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| Author: | simon k [ Tue Dec 14, 2004 9:12 am ] |
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fantastic story... I've got the front of my wrecked cooper in position and waiting for the bbq to go in... after it's finished it's current job as the test rig for the new motor. I reckon some air rams under the bbq so that when you lift the bonnet the bbq gracefully comes up with a pshhhht |
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| Author: | simon k [ Tue Dec 14, 2004 9:18 am ] |
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and here's how to keep the beer cool the world's first jet powered beer cooler - http://www.asciimation.co.nz/beer/ |
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| Author: | dewey [ Tue Dec 14, 2004 9:45 am ] |
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put the esky in one wheel arch. That would be gold! dewey |
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