Nice pics
It's something inside us that's screaming at us to clean our cars. Something that is compulsive, that persists that if the car's dirty, it will not function
Well, not really. But sometimes after weeks of ice and dirt, that just about sums up the feeling
I swear I'm going to join the club of the "rear wheel quarter shot" on my next whoring! Makes for nice pics.
Edit: Doh, just realized the pic is from the front. Still, it's the same composure!
