First of all, I'm not overly fond of the vehicle I drive. I couldn't afford my pretty new German car anymore and bought this one for $2k several years ago. I was able to pay cash and drive it out and it was a decent mediocre car with A/C and great gas mileage so I was happy. It was cheaply manufactured and has since been a target for every hit and run jerk in a parking lot and car burglar. The passenger door is stuck in the locked position because an idiot thief broke it while trying to jimmy the lock.
I don't care for it like I normally would a car. When I wash it, it looks worse than when it's dirty because the dents from the hit and run drivers show even more. I still run it through a car wash every two weeks anyway.
When I moved to LA last February, I had the car packed to the roof when we ran out of room in the U-Haul truck. Some of the stuff still hasn't made it out of the trunk and passenger area. This means I also haven't vacuumed the car since last February.
So tonight I decided I'd had enough of having a trash can for a car and decided while I was at the car wash I was going to throw this stuff out that I hadn't bothered to unpack for so many months. I also found the steering wheel cover that I just had to have but never bothered to put on. It was also in the passenger area. I pulled everything but that out and threw it away and then put the cover on. Holy crap it stinks! Apparently it caught every single ash that had blown away from the ashtray in all of those months. I always wiped down the console whenever I saw ashes on it but didn't realize they were collecting elsewhere in the car. Between the car wash and home I had a 30 minute drive and all I could smell was ashtray from kicking all of that up. I stopped at a store and bought a bottle of Febreeze just so I could tolerate the rest of the way home. In the morning on the way to work I'm going to be armed with cleaner and paper towels. I plan on wiping everything down while waiting at red lights. I'm a multi-tasker and I have a lot of red lights between home and work.
So if you're in LA and you see some crazy blonde wiping down the dashboard, console, roof and windows on the road. That's me and my car smells like a giant ashtray.
I'm so glad I was never foolish enough to think that no one would smell that and always found a way out of giving anyone a ride in my crapmobile.
I don't care for it like I normally would a car. When I wash it, it looks worse than when it's dirty because the dents from the hit and run drivers show even more. I still run it through a car wash every two weeks anyway.
When I moved to LA last February, I had the car packed to the roof when we ran out of room in the U-Haul truck. Some of the stuff still hasn't made it out of the trunk and passenger area. This means I also haven't vacuumed the car since last February.
So tonight I decided I'd had enough of having a trash can for a car and decided while I was at the car wash I was going to throw this stuff out that I hadn't bothered to unpack for so many months. I also found the steering wheel cover that I just had to have but never bothered to put on. It was also in the passenger area. I pulled everything but that out and threw it away and then put the cover on. Holy crap it stinks! Apparently it caught every single ash that had blown away from the ashtray in all of those months. I always wiped down the console whenever I saw ashes on it but didn't realize they were collecting elsewhere in the car. Between the car wash and home I had a 30 minute drive and all I could smell was ashtray from kicking all of that up. I stopped at a store and bought a bottle of Febreeze just so I could tolerate the rest of the way home. In the morning on the way to work I'm going to be armed with cleaner and paper towels. I plan on wiping everything down while waiting at red lights. I'm a multi-tasker and I have a lot of red lights between home and work.
So if you're in LA and you see some crazy blonde wiping down the dashboard, console, roof and windows on the road. That's me and my car smells like a giant ashtray.
I'm so glad I was never foolish enough to think that no one would smell that and always found a way out of giving anyone a ride in my crapmobile.