Friends, you may ask yourselves, what do old retired guys do every day? Well, in my case, I stay as busy as if I were gainfully employed.
Every day, tons of stuff needs doing. And sometimes, the things that need doing catch you off guard.
That’s because life hurls all kinds of unpredictable pitches at you. Fastballs, curveballs, sliders. All you can do is step up to the plate and address the ball. (No, wait. That’s a golf metaphor.)
Swinging away at the random pitches life serves up — that’s my job now. Well, I also have the blog.
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– Slippery When Wet
Last winter was especially wet, and it was unkind to the Rocky Smith residence. By spring, unwanted stuff had begun to grow on various outdoor surfaces.
The concrete — driveway, sidewalks, and patio — was coated to varying degrees with a yucky layer of blackish-brown something that turned slippery when it rained.
Several walls of the house were afflicted with an unpleasant green mold or mildew or whatever.
And, instead of being a cheerful white with natty blue pinstripes, my RV was a depressing gray with blue pinstripes.
When Paul the yardman showed up to cut my grass for the first time, I asked, “Do you do pressure-washing?”
“You bet.”
I told him the concrete desperately needed cleaning. He gave me a price, came back the following week with a behemoth of a pressure-washer, and did the job in half a day.
When he finished, I asked, “Do you do houses?”
“You bet.”
He walked around the house to assess things, gave me a price, came back the following week, and did the job in half a day.
When he finished, I asked, “What about RVs?”
“You bet.”
He gave me a price, came back the following week, and spent an hour or so pressure-washing the van with unexpected thoroughness. It looked almost as good as the day I bought it.
– Prohibited by Law
My next task was to give the RV a protective coat of wax. Being retired from washing and waxing vehicles myself, I took it to a full-service car wash. I wasn’t after any fancy detailing. I just wanted a basic wash and wax.
Last year, I found a place that does good work at reasonable prices. It’s a big operation, part of a chain. While you wait inside watching TV, a dozen or so young guys are outside swarming like ants over the vehicles. A thorough, buttoned-up operation. I stopped to ask them about the RV.
The response was a knuckleball.
“Sir, we can wax the RV for you, no problem,” said the earnest young man at the counter. “But you’ll have to wash the vehicle before you bring it in.”
Say what?
“But… you’re a car wash. You wash cars. Why do I have to wash it before bringing it to you?”
“State regulations, sir. We recycle our water. The drains under the building collect the wash water so it can be treated and used again. Your vehicle won’t fit inside the building, so we would have to wash it outside. And that’s prohibited by law.”
“Prohibited by law.”
“Yes, sir. But I have an option you might want to consider. I do jobs on the side all the time. I could do the wash and wax at your place.”
Aha. A sensible solution. I gave him my phone number, and he said he would call to work out the details.
The week wore on, and the little so-and-so never called. Time to explore other options.
– Mr. Clean
I’m a relatively intelligent guy, and this was a relatively simple problem. I needed to find a car wash designed for larger vehicles.
Trucks, for example. Trucks need washing, right? People out there are in the business of washing trucks, right?
Indeed they are. In fact, truck washes are everywhere. I didn’t know that because truck washes were never on my radar screen.
One place that had good online reviews was Mr. Clean Truck and Car Wash in Athens. I stopped one day to check them out.
Mr. Clean was a little more bare-bones than I expected — basically, just a small shed that served as an office, two more sheds stocked with supplies, lots of ladders and hoses, and a paved parking lot full of trucks and busy workers.
In the office was a middle-aged black guy sitting on a stool, staring at his cell phone. “Can I hep you?” he asked without looking up.
“You wash trucks, so I’m betting you can wash my RV,” I said.
“No problem,” he said, still focused on the phone. “Just bring it in. No appointment necessary. We’ll fix you up.”
I described the RV and asked the price of a wash and wax.
“Won’t know till I see it,” he said, still staring at the phone.
I said okay, but I need at least a rough idea of the cost.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I tell everybody,” he said, looking up finally. “Bring $100 cash, and that should more than cover it.”
– 32 Minutes
A few days later, I drove the RV to Athens and pulled into Mr. Clean’s parking lot. Four employees were busily cleaning a semi. Two others big trucks were waiting their turn. I went inside the office where the black guy was sitting on the stool with his phone, still supervising.
“I brought my RV for a wash and wax,” I said. He went outside, took a look, and returned.
“We use liquid wax,” he said. “Sprayed on, not hand-rubbed.” I took that as implying that spray wax is inferior. But I’m not picky. I nodded in agreement.
“75 dollars,” I understood him to say. I got out my wallet, took out four $20 bills, and handed them to him.
“What the hell is this?” he barked. “I said 35 dollars.” He handed back two of the bills.
“Sorry, I misunderstood,” I said. “This is my first time.”
Stone-faced, he gave me $5 change and said his boys would be ready for me directly.
The four guys doing the actual work were an interesting bunch.
One was a large, muscular black guy who was suffering mightily in the 90-degree heat. He kept gesturing to the others to hose him down.
Another was a young white guy who was so heavily tattooed — arms, legs, back, torso, face, neck, even the top of his shaved head — that he looked like a Maori tribesman.
The other two were tall, lean white guys, typical Southern dudes. Somehow, their cigarettes stayed lit even though their clothes were drenched.
All four worked at high speed, but were surprisingly thorough and meticulous. The trucks ahead of me took half an hour each to clean. By that measure, I figured the RV would be done in 10 minutes.
Wrong. By the clock, they spent 32 minutes climbing over, under, and around the thing, scrubbing, spraying, and rinsing at a frenetic pace.
When they finished, it looked better than the day I bought it.
The boys moved on to the next vehicle. I stuck a $20 bill in the tip box and headed home.
– Reality Bites
Back in Jefferson, I learned why sprayed-on liquid wax is inferior to the hand-applied variety.
For one thing, the RV was wet when I left Mr. Clean, and it air-dried on the way home. Thus, the glass and chrome ended up covered with water spots.
For another thing, the lower half of the chassis was covered with streaks where the wax dripped down and dried. From a distance, the vehicle looked great; up close, it had issues.
Mr. Clean’s wash and wax job accomplished what I wanted, but alas, fell a bit short. Live and learn.
With a sigh, I got out some rags and glass cleaner and cleaned off the water spots.
Next, I put some wax on another rag and began buffing out the streaks on the body. The buffing wasn’t hard, but it took a while.
Finally, I put a coat of Back to Black on the bumpers, door handles, and trim. The treatment worked well, but will need redoing in about a month.
It also occurs to me that, if next winter is as unkind as the last, I’m destined to do this all over again.
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