Day Ninety-Seven

The Raptor Bath

I wish he had a nickname. But Adam says he can't have one. Sometimes I call him BigBoy, but it just doesn't feel right. That one's saved for my nephew anyways. I guess his given name is good enough: Raptor. Sounds fierce? In any case, he's at least clean now. You'd think that locating a reasonably priced, hand cleaned car wash would be an easy task around here. But you'd be sadly mistaken. Ever since returning from our Kentucky trip, the truck has remained in the same dirty, muddy condition. Before heading back West, we tried more than three times to wash the truck, but without a hose, and very few car wash locations, we left the Raptor sitting in the garage as filthy as its ever been for the entirety of our trip. Last night, Adam again went out to get it washed, and came home with a sour look on his face. A peek out the window confirmed my suspicion: a dirty truck. Well, today, we met our match: a Wax and Wash station only a few miles from our home! Since the Raptor is too wide to fit into a "normal" machine car wash, we had to find a place that offered a hand washing option. After 40 minutes of waiting, we were reunited with our shiny truck, and now he looks good as new!  You can even see the clouds sparkling in the sunset through the hood! I know trucks are meant to be dirty, but the kind of "dirty" the Raptor was, wasn't acceptable in the slightest. Mud, I'm ok with. Dust and dirt? No thank you. Happy to say we finally found a place to bathe our bigfat truck.

Aaaaaand...my husband's really hot.