I don’t know about you, but my car gets dirty. Really dirty.
If you have kids, then you might have experienced the Sugar Barnacles; you likely know what I’m talking about. Our son is great, but he generates a sticky, gritty substance that adheres to everything!
It’s not that we’re just sloppy… we just don’t seem to care so much that our car is a pit. If I were rich, or at least wealthy enough to have a personal servant, I’d let them clean the car.
So yeah, maybe I’m just lazy. I do have a lot that I do that comes far before cleaning the car, and that’s likely to stay that way for a while…. my whole life, prolly.
Are you a neat freak? How do you keep your car clean? Do you have any cleaning tips?
Boy, I could sure use them.
And yes, we DO that oil change/clean your car thing; it helps, just a little.
- Daniel
hahahaha, niiiiice pic! hmmm… tips about cleaning car… how about walking instead of driving? jk
I’m horrible with keeping my car clean.
There was a wonderful lady named Bev, that was a good friends mother, that taught my sons to play piano. She literally glowed and was a phenominal church organist and bubbly person. Someone creamed into her car from behind. The impact did not harm her, but the flying junk in her car impacted the base of her skull. She never woke up and her kids had to pull the plug. I make it a point to trunk or secure anything that I would not want to hit me in the skull if the car is hit, spun or rolled. The whole state is covered in glaze ice and there is black ice on top of that! Hyper slippery.
Now, after I get a grip at da Clown Bite, I take the bag and fill it with wrappers from the doors and debris most often left by others. I hate the smell of dumpsters for food and that is what my vehicle smells like after one Clown Bite bag gets left in there over night. I used to throw a tarp fabric under the kiddie seats and that collected most of the spilled juice and finger foods. Cary lots of
“Wet Ones” or a bunch of napkins and a dab of spit!
Best way I know: few spritzes of gasoline and a well-placed match.
My sister’s car looked like that. Until she dropped a cigarette into the filth on accident and burned it to the ground.