The Devil is in the Details

We don't like to blow our own horn, but were drawn to this detail shop which is more inclined to do so. Since we're in Charleston right at sea level they aren't referring to elevation. We thought we might bask in their limelight for a moment even if it is self illuminating.

Since we're only about 9 months down the road, we're not yet a candidate for a detail job. Car years are roughly equivalent to dog years. Detailing is the buffing up of the interior and exterior of a car which is well past it's puppy stage. It puts a pretty smile on a car which has become a little long in the tooth. Some detail a car when they want to get rid of it and others do this because they love their car if only for it's looks.

Taking a new car to a detail shop is not unlike the fellow who knows he's got 20/20 vision going to the optometrist asking for glasses. " Sorry, sir, but your vision is perfect ". Though we poke some fun at the name which this shop has taken, we are in fact complicit in the same deadly sin: Pride.

Truthfully, we do like to blow our own horn, but we don't want anyone to see us do it. That's why we came when the shop was closed. By the way, for all of you who worry about the homeless Hand Wash, it lives here.