memcup
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- Joined
- January 9, 2003
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- City, State
- Guelph, Ontario
- Year, Model & Trim Level
- 2000 Explorer Sport
I've had my Ex for about three months and while I've power washed the crud off of it on a twice-monthly basis, this afternoon I finally felt it was time to wax.
It was about 2 degrees outside (Celsius) and spent a good long time washing it thoroughly. After it was washed I took a look and said to myself, "It's time to wax.". Now, thanks to the advice I've gleaned from various posts I was prepared. A tin of Mother's and a bag of clean cloths and I was away to the races. It took me a good hour and a half but it finished up very nicely.
My wife finally stuck her head out the front door and yelled at me to come in for dinner as we were planning to take the kids to the movies tonight (Shanghai Knights...funny flick, even though I'm not a real Jackie Chan fan). Of course we took the Ex to the movie, and I drove real slow down the highway so as not to mess up the nice job I did. And of course I parked in an empty section of the parking lot far enough away from everyone else so no chowderhead wouldn't mess with the nice job I did (which earned me some serious looks of displeasure from the rest of the family). We get out of the movie and it's lightly snowing, but when we get to the Ex, my wife complimented me on how good it looks. Which means I'm going to have to repeat the process tomorrow on her Taurus station wagon...
So it's official. By spending a hideously inordinate amount of time today on my Ex, I feel I have joined the ranks of common-sense challenged Ex owners. Ahhhh, better than sex, I tell ya!
It was about 2 degrees outside (Celsius) and spent a good long time washing it thoroughly. After it was washed I took a look and said to myself, "It's time to wax.". Now, thanks to the advice I've gleaned from various posts I was prepared. A tin of Mother's and a bag of clean cloths and I was away to the races. It took me a good hour and a half but it finished up very nicely.
My wife finally stuck her head out the front door and yelled at me to come in for dinner as we were planning to take the kids to the movies tonight (Shanghai Knights...funny flick, even though I'm not a real Jackie Chan fan). Of course we took the Ex to the movie, and I drove real slow down the highway so as not to mess up the nice job I did. And of course I parked in an empty section of the parking lot far enough away from everyone else so no chowderhead wouldn't mess with the nice job I did (which earned me some serious looks of displeasure from the rest of the family). We get out of the movie and it's lightly snowing, but when we get to the Ex, my wife complimented me on how good it looks. Which means I'm going to have to repeat the process tomorrow on her Taurus station wagon...
So it's official. By spending a hideously inordinate amount of time today on my Ex, I feel I have joined the ranks of common-sense challenged Ex owners. Ahhhh, better than sex, I tell ya!
