The trip across country, NYC grit and airport jet fumes made for a dirty car. Oh, and the new puppy isn’t helping matters inside. One of my joys in life is cleaning a car. I can, and have spent, entire days detailing a car. It is a personal bonding experience. Sadly, the living and parking situation at my place doesn’t allow for that one-on-one experience.
Not that I mind other people doing the work and the fine folk at Williamsburg Hand Wash and Detail Center treated the Honda well. Still, a car is like a significant other, you really don’t want anyone else’s hands near. I am impressed how well they took the dog slobber out of the back seats. Hugo, the 51 pound five month old Dutch Shepherd, drools like there’s an untouchable Golden Corral buffet back there and attempts to treat the seats likewise despite the military grade blanket placed for protection.
I dread the oil change and haven’t done so yet. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t change the oil myself. Parking is too close, the ground too cluttered and the car too low to justify more jacks and lifts for the operation. The Gulf station at the corner will get the privilege very soon. I’ll let you know how I do emotionally.
Not that I mind other people doing the work and the fine folk at Williamsburg Hand Wash and Detail Center treated the Honda well. Still, a car is like a significant other, you really don’t want anyone else’s hands near. I am impressed how well they took the dog slobber out of the back seats. Hugo, the 51 pound five month old Dutch Shepherd, drools like there’s an untouchable Golden Corral buffet back there and attempts to treat the seats likewise despite the military grade blanket placed for protection.
I dread the oil change and haven’t done so yet. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t change the oil myself. Parking is too close, the ground too cluttered and the car too low to justify more jacks and lifts for the operation. The Gulf station at the corner will get the privilege very soon. I’ll let you know how I do emotionally.
