What's In A Pink Stretch Limo?

Mild upheaval this Saturday. Our usual family lunch (in Dún Laoghaire or Dundrum) was put on hold while we tore out to Tallaght to get a part for a car, for the wife's brother. I bought along the camera just in case, and what do you know? As we pulled into the junkyard/garage (in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields) a huge pink limo greeted our eyes, as if a bevvy of drunken ladettes or Lady Penelope (from Thunderbirds) might emerge any moment. The wean was fascinated by it, and also a little nervous, though he did accompany me inside to experience the pink leather upholstery: belly of a great fish, or a big mouth or something less mentionable.