I finally broke down and washed my car yesterday. Went down to the local self-serve and hosed the bugs off. I put nine hundred miles on my Corolla last week (which gets about 40 MPG on the highway, perfect car for driving all the freakin’ time) and it was caked with bugs and crap.
This is always a bittersweet moment for me. I like to have a clean car. But I live on a dirt road.
It’s sort of like… uh…
I can’t think of any simile more vivid than washing your car when you live on a dirt road.