In 1968, I knew a guy who washed and waxed his very nice big Mercury sedan so often you could see the metal in arcing patterns on the hood where he had actually rubbed the paint off swiping sponges over it. Why didn’t he stop when he saw it starting?
In 1968, I knew a guy who washed and waxed his very nice big Mercury sedan so often you could see the metal in arcing patterns on the hood where he had actually rubbed the paint off swiping sponges over it. Why didn’t he stop when he saw it starting?