At The Car Wash

Some people like the gentle susurration of the surf. I prefer the gentle thwipthwip of the car wash.

Some people like the gentle susurration of the surf. I prefer the gentle thwipthwip of the car wash.

Nothing makes me feel like a grown up more than taking a minivan to get the tires rotated.

Vehicle maintenance in general is something that I associate with responsible adulthood, but somehow getting the tires rotated is a step up on the maturity ladder from regular oil changes. It might have something to do with the fact that failing to change the oil in your car could actually screw up whether or not the car will run whereas rotating the tires is a voluntary attempt to save money by making tires last longer. It’s the car equivalent of getting a pair of shoes re-heeled: it’ll make them last just a little bit longer before you have to spend money on a new pair.

In yet further evidence that I am a Bad Woman here I compare rotating tires to buying shoes as equally distasteful, grown-up activities.

At any rate, we are preparing to do quite a lot of driving over the next week or so and getting the tires rotated seemed like an auspicious thing to do. The grown up thing to do. Afterwards I went to the car wash.

I always follow up visits to the Jiffy Lube with visits to the Car Wash. For one thing the Car Wash is right across the street and usually by the time I get around to taking the car in for a tune up it really, really needs a wash. But more than that, and I’m a little ashamed to admit it: I just like riding through the car wash. It’s like the world’s slowest, tamest, partly underwater roller coaster. I imagine that I could get some very restful sleep if there were automatic car washes that went on for twenty minutes.

So clearly I’m not in danger of imminent adulthood just yet.

I wish I could say that going to the car wash was not the highlight of my day but since it is the only thing I can think of to write about I would be lying. And it’s nice to have a clean car for a change: it turns out the van is actually white- not taupe after all.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on July 30, 2013.

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