Beauty Shots

Every time I set out to wax a car, I finish one panel and then sit on my bucket for a breather while thinking, “Good god. I have eight panels more of this repulsive manual labor bullshit… What have I gotten myself into?” After a while, I pick myself up and do another panel – after which, I repeat the self loathing all over again. Eventually, I finish… Somehow, I consider it all therapy.

This weekend, I broke out a bottle of Griot’s finest and laid two coats down on the Riviera. The Atlas sprayed paint shined up pretty good, so I figured a stop by “Photo Shoot Hill” was in order. Here’s the result: