But one of the things I find most difficult about operating a motor vehicle is the car wash. In fact, at times I find it down right scary.
It starts with the Herculean task of lining my driver's side wheels up with the tiny track line that leads into the car wash cave. I carefully watch the attendant for direction- he waves me a little to the left, to the right, no! no! back to the left! -before I finally receive his seal of approval, a raising of his hand and a stern nod of his head.
I quickly exhale and regroup before remembering I have to put it in neutral and take my hands off the wheel and my foot of the brake . This poses dual problems for yours truly, as first I am worried that I will somehow run over the attendant as he does the initial rising off of my car.
This has never been an issue in the past, but yet I have this concern.
Once I am confident I will not be dragging said attendant under my car throughout the rest of the rinse, I am expected to believe that even though I can't see what's on the other side of the soapy brushes and gushing water, both me and my vehicle are safe.
Evidence would suggest otherwise, as after the initial rinse, the big red things that look like giant bottle cleaners come flying at my vehicle in all their whirling glory.
At this point I'm still doing fairly well, considering I'm in a car wash, and comforted by the fact that I like clean cars.
But then the blue things start flying at the sides of my car with such force that my external rearview mirror is shoved forward. Considering I have no control over where I'm going and can't see through the suds anyway, this really shouldn't be an issue. However, given my OCD, I have to resist the urge to roll down my window and pull it back into its rightful position.
I stay strong. I resist.
At this point, I'm beginning to freak out a little more because now I've got the big red things flying at my windshield and the big blue things flying at both sides of my car and long linguini-like rags slapping at the roof. I'm convinced that I will be the exception, that they will bust right through my windshield and suffocate me in their sudsy stealth.
So despite the fact that nothing except static will come through in the car wash cave, I blast the radio as loud as I can. I think this is somehow supposed to comfort me.
It doesn't, but planning what I will say to the news reporters who will interview me after my harrowing experience does distract me until the rinse cycle begins.
Around this time I can breathe a little easier, although now giant dryers threaten to suck me into the car wash cave vortex. But I literally see the light at the end of the tunnel and finally exhale a bit.
I wait for the blinking red light to turn green so I can perfectly plan the switch from neutral to drive as the track shoves me off. Approximately 2.4 seconds after leaving the car wash cave, I roll down my window and adjust the mirror, with the sight of my car's clean exterior making the $5 spent all worth while.
Until I get stuck behind a car kicking up slush at my windshield.
Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.
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