It was t-shirt weather so I decided to wax it yesterday.
In the early years, I was religious about waxing the truck every spring. I am not so sure I bothered in 2004 or perhaps even 2003! Yet, there was Turtle Wax under the seat. Hand waxing really is the only way to reacquaint oneself with a vehicle. The commerical car wash's super-Teflon, guaranteed mega-glossy wax coating is not really effective. It takes a real rag and hard work to rekindle those thoughts of new-vehicle love.
When applying car wax, one gets an up-close and personal view. It's obvious the car or truck will never look like it did when new, but somehow those scratches carry an understanding and value. "Oh, yeah that little dent occurred when I backed into the concrete post behind Blockbuster," you remember. "That scratch was made when we left it in a parking lot in Winnipeg."
My truck was never cool nor sexy. The reason I own it is because it's practical. But an hour and a half of time spent waxing made me remember the feeling when buying it. Although I can't remember doing so previously, I was happy enough to take a picture.
