Day 242 – August 30, 2018
Four straight days of hot summer weather. The air full of dust, grime, leaves, and thick humidity. Combine them and you have one heck of a filthy truck. Like sand from the beach, that has somehow found its way into cracks and crevices of your body you never knew were there, the same could be said for my truck. At some point, you just can’t take it anymore. So it was bath time for the baby. It wasn’t just the outside that got a once over, the entire interior also received a twice over. You don’t realize the amount of, I don’t know what else to call it except, traces of the past. It was all over the place in every crack, crevice, you’d think there would be “sand burn” rashes. I don’t know what took longer to finish the exterior or interior. Both required the same amount of attention, the same amount of time. But once complete, taking a step back to admire my work, the horizon darkened as an unexpected thunderstorm developed (what is it about clean cars that pisses Mother Nature off so). I swear it had to of teleported right to that spot because I swear not 2 minutes earlier the skies were blue. So after drying off the last bit of chrome, pointless I know, I drove home feeling pretty darn good. I know that the truck looked brand new. Heck it even smells brand new. Something I would never have thought possible. But when you are focused, on what appears to be an impossible task, the devil in the details is worth every second.