Montreal snowstorms seem to yield an abnormal amount of road salt, at least by New Hampshire standards. As part of my duties with the band I play in I am often driving long distances through inclement weather and this past weekend found me negotiating Montreal traffic in six inches of snow on worn out highway rubber. All was well but by the time I made it back stateside my car looked like something out of the local scrap yard with streaks of brown and black tracing patterns against my once alpine white paint. This evening I decided it was time for a serious washing and went to a little car wash that I often populate. Late in the evening "my" bay is usually free so I'll take my time and make sure I get all the grime out of the wheels and all the other problem spots where e30s collect dirt. Having finally returned my car to it's pre-canadian-ized state I headed for home making a few passes up and down main street to show off my freshly cleaned ride.
The road up to my house is a long and windy dirt road which seems to get the worst of whatever the weather has had to offer lately and this time it was frozen solid, with a fresh coating of slick mud on top. I've had more traction on ice with racing slicks... I never made it out of second gear and pretty much drifted the entire road, one transfer to another, back and forth to the top where my house is. It was the most fun I've had in a car in awhile and I had to fight to keep myself in the present moment and not slip off into visions of WRC racing. A final e-brake slide brought me to to rest in my driveway and I sat for a moment, contemplating taking another run. I decided against it as I'd had enough of a hard time getting up the hill the first time I wasn't sure I'd make it up a second.
I gathered up my stuff and headed for my house, glancing back at my car as most e30 owners do from time to time, admiring the machine that is both beauty and beast. It was then that I noticed what the road had done to my car: It was brown. All over again, not twenty minutes after washing it I was right back where it had been. Was I a little frustrated? Sure. Was it worth it? Definitely. So tomorrow morning I think it's back to the car wash in hopes of hitting it before one of the local ricers claims "my" bay. And so we start it all again...
:D
The road up to my house is a long and windy dirt road which seems to get the worst of whatever the weather has had to offer lately and this time it was frozen solid, with a fresh coating of slick mud on top. I've had more traction on ice with racing slicks... I never made it out of second gear and pretty much drifted the entire road, one transfer to another, back and forth to the top where my house is. It was the most fun I've had in a car in awhile and I had to fight to keep myself in the present moment and not slip off into visions of WRC racing. A final e-brake slide brought me to to rest in my driveway and I sat for a moment, contemplating taking another run. I decided against it as I'd had enough of a hard time getting up the hill the first time I wasn't sure I'd make it up a second.
I gathered up my stuff and headed for my house, glancing back at my car as most e30 owners do from time to time, admiring the machine that is both beauty and beast. It was then that I noticed what the road had done to my car: It was brown. All over again, not twenty minutes after washing it I was right back where it had been. Was I a little frustrated? Sure. Was it worth it? Definitely. So tomorrow morning I think it's back to the car wash in hopes of hitting it before one of the local ricers claims "my" bay. And so we start it all again...
:D
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