yesterday was my "weekly drive day" (ya, ya, i know - get out and drive the damn thing) so after taking it for a few laps around the local freeways and up a twisty road, i decided to have it hand-washed at the hand-care car wash i'd been to a few times, then put it in the garage with the cover over it.
i pull in to the wash, carefully review "hal's wash rules" with the guy, pay my $'s and head out to the front/waiting area.
about 10 mins later, out rolls my car - but the entire R/F area is smashed to sh*t and running all the way down the right side are horrible scratches, dents, wheel-well banged up... man, i was ap-o-phucking-plectic... my car is (was) nearly museum quality and these guys have destroyed it.
unreal.
as i'm running up to the car, i'm standing there looking at it... tears starting to form in my eyes (thinking about how the 2 previous owners have taken such good care of it and what a pinhead i was for TAKING IT TO A CARWASH), when i notice that the interior is tan.
tan seats? wtf? mine are black. (ok, catching breath) this may not be my problem after all.
so i walk into the bay, look towards the back of the line and... there's my ride, waiting for its turn in the soap. (a black f360 directly behind it).
ah, there is an nsx god and s/he was just having a little fun with me. (phew)
i pull in to the wash, carefully review "hal's wash rules" with the guy, pay my $'s and head out to the front/waiting area.
about 10 mins later, out rolls my car - but the entire R/F area is smashed to sh*t and running all the way down the right side are horrible scratches, dents, wheel-well banged up... man, i was ap-o-phucking-plectic... my car is (was) nearly museum quality and these guys have destroyed it.
unreal.
as i'm running up to the car, i'm standing there looking at it... tears starting to form in my eyes (thinking about how the 2 previous owners have taken such good care of it and what a pinhead i was for TAKING IT TO A CARWASH), when i notice that the interior is tan.
tan seats? wtf? mine are black. (ok, catching breath) this may not be my problem after all.
so i walk into the bay, look towards the back of the line and... there's my ride, waiting for its turn in the soap. (a black f360 directly behind it).
ah, there is an nsx god and s/he was just having a little fun with me. (phew)