Well, the temperature got up to 39 degrees early this morning and of course my thoughts turn to something I haven’t done since October of last year. And that was I decided to wash my van in the driveway. The van hasn’t been driven a lot this winter but still it was pretty filthy. And since I was going to be using it later in March to go to Washington D.C. with the “trip boys”, I decided to strike while the iron was hot, or in this case the weather was nice. This past week had been pretty bad weather wise, what with the 6+ inch snow on Monday and then the rest of the week being cloudy with temps in the teens and 20’s I figured I better get this done.
I use to wash all my cars by hand in the driveway during the winter and always prided myself in being able to do so. But alas, it’s been a few years since I’ve done that. While washing the van was not difficult, the thing that kept coming to mind was this is not nearly as much fun as it once was and why didn’t I have kids so they could doing this for me. Actually, scratch that, as I know several friends who do have kids and not a one of their kids would go out in the snow and wash a car for them. In fact, a few of them if they saw their dad washing a car would probably bring theirs over and get him to wash it too. Don’t make me name names. You know who you are…
Anyhow, the van is now washed and looking pretty good even if I do say so myself. Now, I’ve just got to get the interior spruced up and it will be ready for Washington. When I was moving it off the parking pad today I believe I heard the clinking of beer bottles in the back left over no doubt by the trip boys when they went to Mt Rushmore this past September. I guess it has been a while since I last used the van.
It’s been over 15 years since I last drove in D.C. and I know that’s going to be a challenge. I figure if I can get the trip boys to have at least 3 beers for breakfast before we head out (an easy task) they should be mellow enough to where they shouldn’t be too terrified of the dense traffic and my driving. At least that’s the plan. I’ll let you know how it works out.
It’s too bad The Barb wasn’t a drinker when I last lived in Washington because then should wouldn’t still be telling all those stories about my driving and how terrified she was to be my passenger. Yeah, and I can only imagine what it would’ve been like had she been driving…
Until next time,
Mike A.