This may be a guy thing, but there’s something incredibly satisfying about having a freshly waxed car. Today the weather was perfect for waxing, so early this morning I parked the car in the alley right behind the garage. The garage and a big tree kept the car (and me) nicely shaded. To mark the occasion, I even retired a couple of old t-shirts to use for buffing.
I had first driven the car to a local car wash, figuring that the energy I saved washing it could translate into the elbow grease I would need for the waxing itself. I was right. Applying the wax is the easy part–buffing it out is not. And then making sure the surface is completely smooth adds another layer (no pun intended) of effort. I do it in sections starting with the roof. The hardest parts are those closest to the ground since those require bending and buffing at the same time.
In high school, a friend once said that the best way to really “know” your car was to wax it. He’s right. A car is basically just metal, plastic and glass. But after I run my hands over every square inch, I can’t help but develop more affection for it–dings and all.
Another thing I can’t help–once I put on one coat, it looks so good I give it a second. My wife says this is the kind of overkill that’s typical of me. Guilty as charged.
This will probably be the only time I wax the car this year. But have you noticed that after you wax your car, it seems to cut through the air just a little easier and run with just a little more snap? As I said–it’s probably a guy thing.