After weeks of terrible weather, and 90 degree corner breaking, I suddenly found my car to have mysteriously swapped rear wheels for matted-dark-silver ones.
On closer inspection though, I found out it was being caused by a natural phenomenon called; dirt.
If you rub the wheels you also get this on your hands, and subsequently on your dash, mobile phone, lunch and pants. And the dirt is also distributed among the rest of the car.
Wise men told me I had to use soap and lotsa water to transform the car to its former self. So I spend the better part of late sunny afternoon to do some some serious transforming. And you know what, it actually worked.
Being so close to the surface of you car, brings out all the details. Many bring a smile to ones face, but some also bring tears to your eyes. Like this paintchip right above the holy red symbol of our proud clan.
The person or object responsible for this, should they ever be caught, will face horrible punishment.
To end this fine sunny day of soapiness, I decided to drive to the harbour for some shiny results. And whilst in transit on the boulevard near the ocean, show of the result to anyone interested, mainly street racers in older models of the same clan, or from German or French clan's.
And they lived happily ever after.
P.S. I'm sure the dirt will return for revenge. Stay tuned.