First of all, if I hear one more piece of rock salt smash against my wind shield or hood Im going to kill someone at the DoT.
Last night I got stuck behind a plow with a salt spreader on it on the interstate, got smashed with a really big piece of salt, and a lot of small pieces. Soon as I pulled into the garage at home I had a good time counting the chips now in my windshield.
-Second, Im tired of looking at my black car being all dirty all the time, between salt and sand and dirt, it's depressing. I absolutely cannot wait until it's warm enough to get out there and give the car a good hand washing, clay it and wax it up, dress the tires, get it looking sharp. Ahhh deep deep mirror black . Just that has me excited. Clean out the inside, steam clean all of the upholstery and carpeting, Meguiars on all the vinyl and plastic.. I love the smell of the quik interior detailer. Then after all that is done Im gunna put the windows down and go cruise around town and feel good with warm fresh air and a clean car . I. Cannot. Wait.
I had to let this steam out, I usually get to a boiling point as far as winter goes around the start of February as my spring fever begins to set in...