The Gourmetization of Car Washing

One thing that every car enthusiast does is wash their car. Whether it's at home, a friend's place, or a car wash, it's almost a mandatory ritual. During my teenage years, washing a car was simple: a hose, any random detergent, a bucket, and a cloth or sponge. If someone was particularly meticulous, they might add a coat of wax at the end, followed by the classic "tire shine." That was the pinnacle of automotive luxury.

I admit that I still follow this recipe today. However, with more cars in the garage than time to pamper them, I rarely have the energy for wax or that beloved tire shine. The basics suffice — and barely at that!

But then came modern times, and with them, the gourmetization of car washing. Pressure washers, shampoos with formulas more complex than salon cosmetics, microfiber cloths, liquid waxes, sprays that promise to restore the soul’s shine to your car. And, of course, the so-called detailing. To me, this term sounds like a hobby for someone with a monk’s patience: spending hours focused on some minuscule detail of the car, as if restoring the Sistine Chapel on wheels.

Don’t get me wrong, the results are amazing! But honestly? I just don’t have the patience. Or maybe it’s just a matter of priorities. I like to believe I’m just a “roots” guy in this world of “fancy.” My advantage? In 15 minutes, I’m back on the road enjoying the asphalt, while the perfectionists are still choosing the best angle for their Instagram post.

Speaking of which, here’s a challenge: have you ever posted a photo of your dirty car? Bet you haven’t! Clean, shiny, detailed down to the reflection in the mirror is easy. Let’s see you show off that mud caked on the sides after a day of adventure! Now that’s a machine with a story to tell.

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