When I drove today, the top of was down. Damn the rain — I can out fox it. And I did manage to sneak back into my garage with moments to spare before the thunderstorm bore down — with the top down, and a grin permanently etched to my face. While it stormed outside, I decided to give my car a thorough hand-wash in the comfort of my garage. No hoses, no Mr. Clean AutoDry, just a small towel and a bucket. Like washing a baby. I thought to myself: ‘It’s a tiny two-seater, how hard can it be?’ As I found out, it takes a lot of patience to wipe your entire car with a hand towel in a crowded two-car garage. I think I need Tommy John surgery.
I wish this house had half the living space and twice the garage.