An inherently bad thing….

So, when you own a classic car, you should be prepared for many things whilst driving said car.

1) Be prepared to be stared at….

a) Many a time have I sat in my car in the passenger seat while my husband

ran into the store and had people stare at my car and thought… "Why is this person staring at me?"

And then I realize…. "Oh, it's because I am in a vintage 1950's car."

2) Be prepared to give specifications, especially if it's a street rod.

a) Know the engine size, the kind of transmission you have and the size and kind of tires and wheels are on your car.

b) Know the name of the color of the car.

c) Know the little "slang-terms" that are referred to when "car guys" are talking about your car.

3) Expect a veteran of some war to come up and tell you that:

a) They were going to get that kind of car right after they got discharged

b) They had this car before the war and had to get rid of it afterward.

c) Got this car right after they got back and it looked "exactly" like this one.

Not to knock veterans. My dad's a veteran, so's my father-in-law. Two of my brother's are veterans. I really loved my Uncle who was a decorated WWII veteran. It's just ironic. They all say similar things.

So we took our vintage 1950's car to the car wash and we were going to wash it because my husband is OCD about his car's being clean… (we have several vintage cars) and Booga was with us in the back seat…And it just so happened we didn't have any quarters with us….So my husband decided since he couldn't live with his car being dirty- he absolutely had to take it through the automatic wash….

This is when your classic car becomes "that car that you've forgotten to install something on"….In this case it was rubber seals around the windows that helps keep not only noise down but water from spraying you from the outside in…

You know, from rain and automatic car washes.

So....just as the sprayer came around to my husbands window it gushed water down on him like we'd driven into a lake and since we keep a bunch of towels in the back seat and we grabbed the towels stuffed them in the cracks of the windows while Booga half-amused and half-frightened, screamed every time the sprayer hit one side or the other.

He loves car washes to begin with because they are monsters with a good purpose and all that happens to you is that your car gets clean.

But there was real danger of being soaked in this run through and every time the sprayer sprayed one window or another someone would yell, "Oh, here we go again!"

"Did you get the extended wash!?!"

"No!"

"No, it just seems that way?"

"Maybe the automatic is not such a good idea!?!"

"Ya think!?! Oh crap here we go again!!!"

Afterward we decided that we would not be taking any of the classic cars through automatic car washes again, however, our car was no worse for wear….She'd survived being outside for a good thirty years before we restored her. A little water wasn't going to kill her now.

However, this was an adventure for Booga.

I just hope he doesn't roll down any windows during future car washes to re-experience that thrill ride.

I think that would be an inherently bad thing….

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