Car Detailed

Today I got my car — a 2007 Jeep Liberty — detailed.

Now, you may ask, why am I writing about it.

So you got your car detailed, Neil.  So what?  For some getting your car detailed is not that special.  It is part of life.  It is one of those maintenance items that you do once in a while to keep your car looking good and clean.

So, why Neil are you writing about getting your car detailed today?

The number one reason that I am writing about it is that I cannot believe how good I feel as a result of getting my auto detailed.  It really has given me a shot in the arm.  My spirits improved immediately.  As soon as I saw it, I had a huge grin on my face.  I almost embraced the detailer Abu.  I could not stop smiling.

I found myself walking around my car proudly saying to myself “that’s my car!” echoing Gus Walz’s emotional “that’s my Dad!” at the Democratic convention.

A few neighbors stopped by and marveled at it.  They asked my detailer for his business card.  They were impressed.

How could something like this affect my mood, attitude, and happiness so much?

First you have to understand what my car means to me.

All I want from my car is that it works.  I want it to be functional for me.

I use it to keep handy some clothes and athletic equipment. I have an overhead bar in it that goes across the back seat, one that allows me to hang all kinds of clothes.  I always carry 5 to 10 items of clothing with me no matter where I am going — a rain coat, a wind breaker, a golf pull over, an extra sweater, a fleece pullover.

I also carry my sports equipment – hiking poles, tennis racquet, pickleball paddle. I carry my dancing shoes in a special bag in the car.  Attached to the rear bumper I have a bike rack that holds my electric bike when I take it for off road trips.

I also use the car as a remote office.  I have my cell phone connected to the electronics so I can make and receive phone calls while I am in the car.  I also use the phone and the carplay to listen to my books on Audible.  I have a tablet with a pad of paper nestled in between the passenger seat and the gear shift, so that I can take notes if I need to.

I have safety and health items in the car.  I have one box in the back of the car filled with Covid related items, such as first aid supplies, Kleenex, paper towels, plastic gloves, and Covid test equipment.  I have another box in the back of the car which is loaded with items that might be needed if the car has a mechanical problem – tools, oil, jumper cables, duct tape, reflective signs, flashlight, work gloves, tire pressure gauge, blanket, and a fire extinguisher.

Finally, I always carry up to 24 bottles of water on the floor behind the driver’s seat so that I can easily have liquid refreshment at all times.

I don’t live in my car, but almost.

The fact is that there is nothing special about my car.  It is old, tired, and bland in color.  My Jeep Liberty is 17 years old.  It has traveled more than 250,000 miles. Its air conditioning system does not really function effectively.  It is noisy.  It has its fair share of mechanical problems that need attention from time to time.  And more often than i care to admit i have locked myself out of my car.

On top of all that, I am not a maintenance fanatic.  No, not by a long shot.  I rarely wash it.  I hardly ever clean the inside.  I do keep a waste basket in the car for large items to be thrown away.

Nevertheless, over the years I have become attached to my car.  In fact, I cherish my car.  I love my car.

Yet, to my recollection, I have never before had my car detailed.  This was the first time.  I frankly had to gulp a little bit when I realized what it would cost me to have it done, but even I had to admit the inside, in particular, was so dirty that it needed a really good cleaning.

Yet the detailing has tapped into something deeper than just cleaning my car.  I believe it’s about renewal and pride in something I’ve relied on for years. Here are a few reasons why this could be affecting me more than I expected:

  1. Symbol of Longevity: My Jeep has been a functional companion for 17 years and 250,000 miles. Seeing it restored feels like a celebration of its longevity and resilience. Maybe I feel a little bit the same way about myself!
  2. Sense of Control and Care: In a world where many things feel beyond our control, detailing my car is a tangible way to improve something in my life. It’s almost like a small, achievable victory, which can boost my mood.
  3. Pride in Ownership: While my car may have been “just functional” before, the detailing has given it new life. This has sparked a sense of pride that wasn’t there before, especially as it looks more polished and refreshed.
  4. Emotional Connection: Sometimes, we don’t realize how connected we are to objects that have been part of our lives for so long. The detailing may have triggered memories or an appreciation for all the places my car has taken me.
  5. Reflection of Self: When we take care of things, it often mirrors the care we give ourselves. The act of having my car detailed might subconsciously reflect self-care, making me feel better about myself.

Bottom line.  I am amazed at my own reaction to my car getting detailed.  What may seem insignificant at first – my car getting detailed — has actually triggered a moment of introspection, pride, and joy.

 

5 thoughts on “Car Detailed”

  1. Like most things in life, Golden oldies are best! Our landcrab is 21 years old, with over 120,0o0 miles on it has been thru 9 Provinces and 48 States. Next weekend we take it to Victoria for 3 nites towing a 19 year old Honda Accord. Our 5 year old van is our long haul beast of burden these days but my Chick Magnet (1994 red Cavalier rag top) only comes out on sunny days. Keeping ’em clean is great but maintenance is the key to reliability, pay attention to that Neil.

  2. If you recall, your clothes rack came in handy for me once. We met up for a hockey game in Palm Springs. You picked me up in your jeep on a very hot day in the valley. I had shorts on and a light shirt. Your seats were/are several rows up from the ice rink. You went into your clothes rack and tossed me a sweatshirt and pants. You said, you’re going to freeze. I was skeptical but you were right. I wouldn’t have lasted one period if you hadn’t dresses me properly.

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