The Other Other lady

I used to be obsessed with my truck and would spend my entire Saturday detailing her. I mean all day and every Saturday. Well, I’ve let my standards slip lately, or had other priorities, so it has been a few months since I’ve done a real good job on the old girl so I had my work cut out for me this weekend.

Having a love for classic cars, I’ve owned about half a dozen 20 and 30 year old cars and was always asking myself “What would this venerable old girl look like today if every idiot that had owned her before me had devoted this kind of effort to taking care of her?” Well, I kept that thought in mind when I bought my first new cars/trucks and have done my best to treat them as if I fully expect to keep them until THEY are classics. Besides the normal car washing, I keep the carpets shampooed and keep the engine compartment spotless. Every nook and crevice, every cable and hose. You will think I’m exaggerating, but you can usually work in my trucks engine compartment and not get your hands dirty.

You wont get them dirty I said, I didn’t say squat about getting them cut. Funny thing about engine compartments – the car makers don’t really expect someone’s gonna be cleaning in the hard to reach areas and they don’t finish, blunt, or dull the sheet metal edges down there. So when you soften your hands in a bucket of water, then put them under the hood cleaning with a rag, they ARE going to come away covered in wounds very much like paper cuts.
WWWAHHHH, my hands hurt and look terrible!






My truck on the other hand looks wonderful, and like any lady who is pampered and taken care of, she purrs on down the road looking purty! Not half bad for a six year old truck with over 100, 000 miles on her huh?