We ALL can pick apart our cars with minor blemishes and problem areas, but most people don't see them, and even if they do, on the whole they appreciate the car for what it is.
It seems that your car is a lot better than what it was before the incident. Yup. some cleanup to do but stop beating yourself up about the small issues. Be proud of it, drive it and enjoy it - it looks like a great overall car many would love to have!
Thank ya sir.
Funny thing you mention that...
I had decided to take a few hours each evening this week to work on spiffing her up.
I divide such things into mini-tasks so as to:
1)take it a little easier on myself in this summer heat, and
2)get those little mini-accomplishment encouragements as I go, keeping me motivated.
Well, last night was the full-out assault on the paint. All my Meguires products came out
and I was armed with a fresh bundle of micro-fiber towels.
I used polishing fluid, 3M adhesive remover, whatever it took to clean up bodyshop smegma.
Sweat, sweat, wipe, sweat repeat...
(I'm gonna say something foolish and emotional here, so avert your eyes if such offends you...)
Finally, out came the Meguires Gold and I did the wax on/wax off thing - and I think it was
during that process that something finally clicked with me about the car, something that to be
honest has
never been there before between me and the GTX.
At that point, I think the GTX
finally stopped being an obligation, a chore, something to get done
before - well, before
I was done permanently.
The car had always been something to wrap up so I didn't leave a mess for the wife if I were to kick off,
something that became a very real possibility with the first cancer in 2013 (and continues to this
day with the 4th time).
In other words, a responsibility - not a pleasure, not a fun pastime or hobby.
Well, some time last night during the process, I think I actually fell in love with the car.
Finally.
It was like an epiphany, like I was finally being allowed to just freaking relax and
enjoy
the process and the car - and with all her warts and mismatched parts and such, suddenly she was ok.
Hell,
I was ok....
I got done, put up the stuff and shut everything down....and yes, I stopped, turned around and looked
at her again and
liked what I saw. Reminded me of old times.
Most of y'all probably don't know what I'm talking about here - but some of you do.
Pretty damn cool if you ask me.
P.S. Tonight was wheels and tires night. Mothers polish, sitting on the floor, radio blaring classic rock
and just me and the car.
Sweated some more and enjoyed hell out of myself.