Saturday, April 25, 2015

Unfamiliar details



     My birthday came seven months late this year, or at least one of my gifts did. In September I opened a birthday card from my husband to discover a gift certificate for car detailing, an unexpected luxury I’d never experienced.


 Fantastic – except we had returned from the beach the week before and I’d spent a good chunk of the day after we got back vacuuming out all the sand and fishing nomadic trail mix from under the seats. 


By my standards, my car was already pretty darn clean. 


          September drifted into October, but my car hadn’t really taken on much dirt in the intervening weeks. Our November was jam-packed and whizzed by before we knew it. By mid-December it occurred to us we’d better contact the detailing shop before they forgot about us. After a bit of phone tag, followed by a brief untimely snowstorm, we drove it over and left it.


     First of all, the detailing guy wasn’t too happy that we’d waiting so long; he normally shut down operations in October. (Something trivial about his guys getting frostbite or how hard it is to “wax on” when you have to scrape off the frost first. Go figure.)  He was probably even less happy when they tried to move it into the bay and it wouldn’t start. We weren’t too thrilled ourselves at having to pay for a new battery. 


          Meanwhile, no detailing. Winter came and went.


          This week Mother Nature, who is developing a real mean streak around here, grudgingly provided us with a semi-cloudy day over 42 degrees. We hot-footed it over to the shop and I sat home, anticipating a vehicle with no tea stains in the cup holders and no road salt from winter. Even the thought of a clean windshield – both in and out! – could bring a smile to my face.

          That afternoon we picked up my car. Its grill, free of July’s bugs, smiled proudly at me. Its flanks were blinding, the wheels sparkled. I opened the door and was hit with a delicate aroma of cleanliness.
I no longer had to read the speedometer through a haze of dust. The grooves in the seats no longer had an inlay of crumbs.

           





     Driving home was challenging. Watching the sky nervously for rain drops, I hung back to avoid following a truck with yard debris, I stayed to the center of the road to avoid puddles, and there was a tense moment when I spotted a homeowner blowing leaves from his yard. My maneuvers were hampered by my difficulty gripping my steering wheel.


It no longer had that useful friction provided by apple or granola bar- holding hands; it was so clean I suspected they had waxed it along with everything else.  





          I might just enjoy my spotless car from the safety of the garage for a while. 


14 comments:

  1. We had ours done two weeks ago...you'd never know it now except for the slipperiness of the floor mats lol.

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  2. I look at the salt on my floor mats and know it's time again.

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  3. I had never heard of car detailing before this post, so I had to look it up. What a way to restore a car to its original pristine beauty. Do they also spray new car smell in there, too? :-)

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  4. Funny! Yes, my car could benefit from a good cleaning.

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  5. What a neat gift idea. I'll file that one away for someone special. That guy did a bang up job for you.

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  6. I need floor mats. The floor is starting to disintegrate.

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  7. I LOVE it when that happens to my car!! yours looks so sparkly clean!

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  8. Almost makes me wish I had a car, so I could get it detailed.
    Almost.

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  9. Have never had my car detailed, but I sure an understand when some is clean wanting to keep it that way!

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  10. This is so funny! It looks like new inside. My husband has promised to get my old car detailed, once we get the door handles fixed.

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  11. I never heard of detailing either. Hubby doesn't want to spend money on drive through car wash let alone having the details done. I think I would rather go for a massage, especially since we have little people in our car several times a week.

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  12. A car so clean you're afraid to use it! That's kind of ironic, isn't it?!

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  13. Sounds wonderful! Hmmm . . . do you suppose his team would come in and detail my house? No frost, I promise . . .

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