Around this time of year, every car in New England has a fine layer of salt on it, and every car is a sort of whitish grayish color. Not pretty. But it’s kind of this badge of honor, an indication of the hardiness of New Englanders. Whenever I get my car washed, I feel like I’m displaying a weakness, as though I must offer up an excuse: “It’s really bad for the paint! That’s the only reason I’m washing it! I swear!”
Anyway, I can definitively say that I have never taken a photo from inside my car while inside a car wash.
