NSXLNT said:
Miled, at least those fingerprints weren't cream cheese...............
Someone walked up to that 360 and wiped only ½ the amount off?
Oh, I’m not feeling so good right now…
RSO 34 said:
Fine by me. Are you sure that Miled, Keith, Roger and Tony are all available on a weekly basis?
At your service…
white93nsx said:
Hi Miléd,
Strongly agree with you that cars should be cool and in the shade when washed outdoors. …By the way, you'd fit in great at the shop since I've never heard Matt compliment someone like he did you on your detailing and fastidious nature. …Miled, I'll chat with Matt to check their needs as winter starts to roll in.
Hi Mike,
Thank you for your consideration, open-minded and informative responses. I am always open to new suggestions and ways of doing things. Matt presented some invaluable points and I was all ears. I look forward to meeting you and learning more about your products and cleaning tips.
RPM217 said:
I think that Miled would be a fine addition to your NY staff while he is temporarily out of work in his field. No one cares about fine cars, and is more passionate about how they should be taken care of than he is. While generally speaking the old saying that "you can't teach an old dog........" is usually true, I think that a few of us "old dogs" learned a few new tricks on Sunday. …Regards Roger
Hi Roger,
I appreciate the kind words. It appears to be obvious by now that everyone who has crossed paths with me (either through local and/or regional events) seem to pick up on one or more common themes, and they are:
- I am fanatic about detailing, cleanliness, and appearance of cars
- I possess great work ethics
- I feel great satisfaction from helping others
- Do not care much for bling, especially on an NSX
How did I become this way? Well, when I was 9 years old, my parents contributed to a couple of these things early in my life:
- My dad put me in charge of maintaining (washing exterior and cleaning interior) of his behemoth Plymouth station wagon!
- My mom put me in charge of helping her with house chores (cleaning house, doing laundry, etc.)
I was always the one to say, “I’ll help you…”, “I’ll take care of it…”, “I’ll clean it…”, “I’ll fix it…”, or “I’ll volunteer”. That, along with the strict and always-be-respectful-to-others upbringing, and the additional military discipline instilled in me plays a large, and hopefully a positive role in the way I am as a person today. I am forever grateful to my parents, for the love they have given me, and continue to do so today.
I must say, there was
one incident that involved my dad and my NSX. Tony DeJoie and Larry Gauthier are well aware of what I am referring to.
To fill you all in, my car was parked at my parent’s house (outside on the driveway) covered with several inches of snow (I’m getting dizzy just typing this!).
My dad, being the wonderful man he is, decided to do me a favor by wiping the snow that had accumulated off of my NSX. Not having a single detailing gene in his bloodstream, he took an old shop rag (you know, the type gas stations use?) and began wiping off the snow in a side to side manner. When he finally reached the end, much of the snow underneath had frozen on the car. This was nighttime, and as cold as it was, he managed to remove (I call it scrape) all the ice off the car! He proudly called me later that night to tell me what he had accomplished. I suddenly had this concern that somehow he shouldn’t have done that, and a cloud over my head said OH OH!!! I get to my parent’s house as quickly as I can and aim straight to the car! My initial reaction was
, then
, then
, then
, and finally
. Upon closer inspection, there were scratches on every single panel of my car! All I could say over and over again was, "I love my father, I love my father, I love my father!!!"
I called Larry G. (210 miles away) and informed him and Tony of what had transpired, and that I needed to see them right away! The ride would normally take 3 hours… this time, I made it in just over 2! I pulled into the 2nd garage (next to where Larry and Tony were working on another NSX) and all they could hear me say throughout the night as I removed hundreds of scratch marks off my car was, "I love my father, I love my father, I love my father!!!"
So there you have it.
Ciao... Miléd