Some people can't tell the difference between cleanliness and worshipping a car like it's sacred. And don't you actually love that sparkling clean look? Gleaming paint, deep black tires, plastic trim without fading, chrome free of water spots, a spotless interior with no fingerprints or dust, no weird odors, a smooth and dry steering wheel, pristine seats, and crystal-clear windows—isn't that incredibly satisfying and relaxing?
Back when I was just starting my job and didn’t have a car, I often hitched rides with coworkers. One had just bought a BMW 3 Series, but after just a week, the car was covered in cigarette ash and reeked of stale smoke and booze. It was disgusting—such a beautiful car, but it left a terrible impression. Later, I rode in another coworker’s two-year-old Accord, and damn, I would’ve believed it was brand new. People say loop mats show dirt easily, but his were so clean I almost didn’t want to step on them. The whole car was immaculate.
After buying my own car, I tried to reach that level of cleanliness—but it’s seriously hard. I have nothing but respect for him.
