A freak rainstorm earlier in the week here in Southern California combined with the ever present dust cloud that settles on Felix made him less than photo worthy. I washed the car today: please hold your applause until the end of this post.
There is something to be said for sending your car through a wash line - for letting someone else deal with the vacuuming, the grimy wheels, the hardened bird poop, the window washing, the drying and the wet feet. You pay some hard earned cash, let the car go through a machine and then a swarm of detailers take care of drying it off and cleaning the windows. All while you sit idly staring at your smart phone or annoying others by taking calls.
While washing a car is a task I file along with doing the dishes under Loathing - I don't have the cash to waste on yet another shitty carwash job where I leave only to discover drips and streaky windows when I arrive home. So this morning I broke out the bucket, the towels and even the wax.
Yes, Felix got a bath. And I got a lesson in how many knocks this car has taken over the years as I noticed the paint chips, tiny dents and plastic trim that is beginning to crack in places. Did my best to spruce him up - he does look fairly nice after a scrub.
No photo today. He's a little shy...
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