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This is the result of the last seven days, beginning with Thursday morning, when I washed the dust (yes, rainless days of dust) off my car.
Sometime Friday night it rained. The wind came from the north and spotted the back half of my car.
On my way to race slot cars, I had Magic Clean wash and dry my Stinger: no way was I going to put up with only two days of a clean car!
On Monday afternoon, I went for a nice two hour drive on a loop with my mother: I-80 through Parley's canyon to Echo, I-84 to the end of Ogden canyon, Hwy 89 to Kaysville and then over to I-15 back to Salt Lake city. Gorgeous drive. Including the very clean rain that accompanied us on Hwy 89, the entire brief distance we were on it: meanwhile the SUN was shining directly overhead: I could see it through the rain through my "moonroof". Heh! Oh, well!!
That was okay, it hardly left a spot as it dried. I could live with it. Not hardly, I was given no chance. After dropping my mother off at her apartment, I headed into Murray to Costco to gas up; and while doing so it rained again. This time, dirty rain.
Thoroughly peeved, as soon as I got home I washed my car aaagain.
On Tuesday, my wife and I drove pretty much to the same area as I had the day before, but cut back to Salt Lake city via Hwy 65 to Emigration canyon and thus over to Millcreek canyon where we hiked for a couple of hours. It was clouding up. I looked upon the gathering clouds with growing suspicion.
My wife wanted to shop. And the time she was inside was the time I needed to escape back under our carport. It was not to be. More filthy rain, while I waited for her in the car: I had to close the "moonroof". It was just enough rain to mess my car and do no one any good; not even enough to lower the temperature.
Oh I was defiant! Before bed, after ten o'clock, I went outside and washed my car in the flood lights. Take THAT. "I spit on your rain dance!" I said this aloud a couple of times during this week-long saga.
Today, the rain storm hit. This was the big one, building up from all of my efforts to keep my car clean. I just stood there and waited it out.
The Slot Car Shop did not escape the ferocity of my battle with Ma Nature.
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Well, the battle of wills went my way this time. In "punishing" my arrogance, the copious volume of water on my car, all clean water because there had been so much of it for so long, allowed me to take three terry cloth towels to every square inch, including inside the trunk lid edges and door frames, etc. It looks gorgeous. And I didn't have to apply any H20. It was free. And now the evening sun is shining.
"The war is won. The battle's over. ... Until the next time. Until the next time."
This is the result of the last seven days, beginning with Thursday morning, when I washed the dust (yes, rainless days of dust) off my car.
Sometime Friday night it rained. The wind came from the north and spotted the back half of my car.
On my way to race slot cars, I had Magic Clean wash and dry my Stinger: no way was I going to put up with only two days of a clean car!
On Monday afternoon, I went for a nice two hour drive on a loop with my mother: I-80 through Parley's canyon to Echo, I-84 to the end of Ogden canyon, Hwy 89 to Kaysville and then over to I-15 back to Salt Lake city. Gorgeous drive. Including the very clean rain that accompanied us on Hwy 89, the entire brief distance we were on it: meanwhile the SUN was shining directly overhead: I could see it through the rain through my "moonroof". Heh! Oh, well!!
That was okay, it hardly left a spot as it dried. I could live with it. Not hardly, I was given no chance. After dropping my mother off at her apartment, I headed into Murray to Costco to gas up; and while doing so it rained again. This time, dirty rain.
Thoroughly peeved, as soon as I got home I washed my car aaagain.
On Tuesday, my wife and I drove pretty much to the same area as I had the day before, but cut back to Salt Lake city via Hwy 65 to Emigration canyon and thus over to Millcreek canyon where we hiked for a couple of hours. It was clouding up. I looked upon the gathering clouds with growing suspicion.
My wife wanted to shop. And the time she was inside was the time I needed to escape back under our carport. It was not to be. More filthy rain, while I waited for her in the car: I had to close the "moonroof". It was just enough rain to mess my car and do no one any good; not even enough to lower the temperature.
Oh I was defiant! Before bed, after ten o'clock, I went outside and washed my car in the flood lights. Take THAT. "I spit on your rain dance!" I said this aloud a couple of times during this week-long saga.
Today, the rain storm hit. This was the big one, building up from all of my efforts to keep my car clean. I just stood there and waited it out.
The Slot Car Shop did not escape the ferocity of my battle with Ma Nature.
Dropbox - MOV07360.MPG
Well, the battle of wills went my way this time. In "punishing" my arrogance, the copious volume of water on my car, all clean water because there had been so much of it for so long, allowed me to take three terry cloth towels to every square inch, including inside the trunk lid edges and door frames, etc. It looks gorgeous. And I didn't have to apply any H20. It was free. And now the evening sun is shining.
"The war is won. The battle's over. ... Until the next time. Until the next time."
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