The dusty, dirty, stinky truck got a makeover today. I drove it to the city for a few meetings and treated it to a thorough detail. It was about time.
When moisture is scarce, the caliche roads wreak havoc on my house, the vehicles, the computers and so on. It’s a fine dust that finds its way into every crack and crevice!
Maybe it’s the nostalgia associated with the Octopus Car Wash–I have such great memories of watching the cars run through the wash as a kid–but I think it’s the best wash and detail in the city, probably in the state.
After driving away from the car wash, I admired the shine of the interior.
I know the shine will fade once I hit the dirt road again. But, that’s okay because today reminded me of a great childhood memory. And, more importantly, I am reminded that my dirt road is where I’m making new memories with my own family and it’s the place I most want to be, fine dust and all.