chetJ
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So, yesterday stricken by a sudden bout of the Mad Hatter's Disease, Pica and Arthritis, I decided that I had the time (I really did not- I was just procrastinating on studying for the licensing exam) to polish the T4R!
After much introspection and reflection, I realized that the only polish and sealent that I did not have any sort of Oedipal issues with were the Klasse All-in-One polish and protectant (red bottle) and the Klasse High Gloss Sealent.
So, I began last evening, washing the T4R, drying it, and clay baring it (Ok I am lying-I did not clay bar it- but the freakin surface was smooth as a baby's butt I tell you-believe me). I then applied the Klasse All-in-One polish and protectant and how I loved it! In fact, I remember at one point blessing Klasse and his family and wishing them a healthy long life!
Then, came the time to apply the Klasse High Gloss Sealent. Ah- if only I had the slightest foreboding of what I was getting myself into. I applied the sealent and since it was 11 pm at this point, decided that I would buff it out this morning.
So, picture me this morning, getting up all excited at the thought of a beautiful sunny day with colorful butterflies...err.. sorry colorful falcons I mean falcons.. gazing down upon my shiny T4R! The dog decided that this would be interesting (animals do have a 6th sense about such things you know), decided to join me in the garage and took up a spectator seat on the steps leading into the garage.
I started rubbing the sealent off only to realize that it refused to come out! I rubbed and I rubbed (alright alright- don't get carried away with any dirty ideas here), but still to no avail. The dog, realizing that it was time for his morning walk, came and sat close to me and stuck me with a loathing eye that induced much guilt and sorrow in me.
I realized that things were not going my way and the sealent was not coming off when I looked down and saw that my previously bulging biceps (5 cm in circumference) had now shrunk to a paltry 3cm.
Having the fighting blood of my ancestors within me though, I stuck it out like a man (gazing upon colorful falcons in the sky), and rubbed some more, until I realized that stuck to my polishing towel was a 5th Gen T4R shaped Clear Coat (which I set aside gently for future use).
At this point, I realized that all was lost and threw in the towel (literally) and bade a hasty retreat amidst terrible jeering, cheering and name calling by the Hoy Ploy (AKA. Klasse High Gloss Sealent, my wife, our 5 -month old boy, and the dog).
I would like to clarify here that most of the name calling was done by the sealent and the dog. My wife is too much of an angel to stoop down to that level although I did at times feel daggers burning at the back of my skull as she gazed on. Being the simple fellow that I am though- I chose to misread these as Cupid's arrows of love. The baby of course, is too small to use profanity (bless his innocent heart), although I know its coming once he becomes a teenager.
My wife was seriously miffed at the amount of time I had wasted and hence banished me from the bedroom. I am writing this post from the automotive section of our local Walmart, where I slept last night (I was booted out of the comfortable, and warm Lingerie section by the Walmart people when they realized that my wife was their pharmacist and that I had irritated her)
The End- I hope!
After much introspection and reflection, I realized that the only polish and sealent that I did not have any sort of Oedipal issues with were the Klasse All-in-One polish and protectant (red bottle) and the Klasse High Gloss Sealent.
So, I began last evening, washing the T4R, drying it, and clay baring it (Ok I am lying-I did not clay bar it- but the freakin surface was smooth as a baby's butt I tell you-believe me). I then applied the Klasse All-in-One polish and protectant and how I loved it! In fact, I remember at one point blessing Klasse and his family and wishing them a healthy long life!
Then, came the time to apply the Klasse High Gloss Sealent. Ah- if only I had the slightest foreboding of what I was getting myself into. I applied the sealent and since it was 11 pm at this point, decided that I would buff it out this morning.
So, picture me this morning, getting up all excited at the thought of a beautiful sunny day with colorful butterflies...err.. sorry colorful falcons I mean falcons.. gazing down upon my shiny T4R! The dog decided that this would be interesting (animals do have a 6th sense about such things you know), decided to join me in the garage and took up a spectator seat on the steps leading into the garage.
I started rubbing the sealent off only to realize that it refused to come out! I rubbed and I rubbed (alright alright- don't get carried away with any dirty ideas here), but still to no avail. The dog, realizing that it was time for his morning walk, came and sat close to me and stuck me with a loathing eye that induced much guilt and sorrow in me.
I realized that things were not going my way and the sealent was not coming off when I looked down and saw that my previously bulging biceps (5 cm in circumference) had now shrunk to a paltry 3cm.
Having the fighting blood of my ancestors within me though, I stuck it out like a man (gazing upon colorful falcons in the sky), and rubbed some more, until I realized that stuck to my polishing towel was a 5th Gen T4R shaped Clear Coat (which I set aside gently for future use).
At this point, I realized that all was lost and threw in the towel (literally) and bade a hasty retreat amidst terrible jeering, cheering and name calling by the Hoy Ploy (AKA. Klasse High Gloss Sealent, my wife, our 5 -month old boy, and the dog).
I would like to clarify here that most of the name calling was done by the sealent and the dog. My wife is too much of an angel to stoop down to that level although I did at times feel daggers burning at the back of my skull as she gazed on. Being the simple fellow that I am though- I chose to misread these as Cupid's arrows of love. The baby of course, is too small to use profanity (bless his innocent heart), although I know its coming once he becomes a teenager.
My wife was seriously miffed at the amount of time I had wasted and hence banished me from the bedroom. I am writing this post from the automotive section of our local Walmart, where I slept last night (I was booted out of the comfortable, and warm Lingerie section by the Walmart people when they realized that my wife was their pharmacist and that I had irritated her)
The End- I hope!