01-09-2021, 06:36 PM
Having nothing pressing to do today, and the Seven looking a trifle travel-stained, I took the little car to the local hand carwash and had them clean the car to my specific direction, took it home and polished it with some very up-market wax polish that was given to me.
In case you are wondering why I didn't wash the car myself, I should mention that my water comes from a well and it actually dried up for part of the summer. Although the well is now working, water is still a precious commodity and great circumspection and economy is currently being practiced 'chez Stepney'.
The two Kurdish brothers who run the carwash have washed the car before, so know not to point the pressure washer wand directly at the paintwork, but, holding it aloft, allow the water to rain down on the car. Result: one clean car with its somewhat delicate 50 year old paintwork intact.
Final result (Taken for those interested with my Leica D-Lux 2):
In case you are wondering why I didn't wash the car myself, I should mention that my water comes from a well and it actually dried up for part of the summer. Although the well is now working, water is still a precious commodity and great circumspection and economy is currently being practiced 'chez Stepney'.
The two Kurdish brothers who run the carwash have washed the car before, so know not to point the pressure washer wand directly at the paintwork, but, holding it aloft, allow the water to rain down on the car. Result: one clean car with its somewhat delicate 50 year old paintwork intact.
Final result (Taken for those interested with my Leica D-Lux 2):