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Okay, I really like brick and mortar stores because I get to touch, feel and handle the products before possibly purchasing them on the internet. Plus, I get to support the local economy when spending money. So during a casual Sunday drive on a Tuesday evening and having visited Carcare, Autozone, Advance Auto Parts, NAPA, O-O-O-O'Reilly's, there sits in the middle of a cornfield...Arnold's Auto Parts. I haven't been to one of those yet.
I walk in and there it is...Mequiar's nirvana. A row of those cream colored bottles...a numerical gold mine...be still my heart...numbers from double-zero up to...yes...up to 205. Holy Cow...BP thinks they've hit oil...I'm weak at the knees from my discovery. Plus a row of red bottles, a row of black bottles and squirt bottles of blue, pink and clear liquids.
I wonder around to look on other side of the shelf and my gosh there's pads. Holy Moses, there's more numbered products and get this...all three colors!! Meguiar's brushes, Meguiar's microfiber...still not that elusive waffle weave, but by golly there's those famous yellow microfiber towels. No, no, no, wait...there's a Mequiar's buffer. Rats, my wife had warned me...NO credit cards. I could feel that leash tighten around my throat!
Okay, okay be still my heart I've got 30 bucks burning a hole in my pocket. How, oh how, will I spend it...
Once again I look up and down the perfectly spaced row of cream colored product bottles, when there it is. I spy that bottle for the second time and it hits me like lightning bolt....that's 205. That product I've only been able to dream about, that product made in some black magic laboratory in Irvine, that product stored in a room that only Mr. Stoops has the key...yes it's the product with the "S" on it's chest. No not Superman...it's SuperMicroAbrasiveTechnology...oh my gosh....it's 205. But wait, there too in that perfectly spaced row of cream colored numerically labeled bottles is the other end of Super line. Yes, Yes, it's 105!! Oh no, my knees buckle, I fall to the floor, as I fall I hear in the background the clerk dialing 911 on the phone and shouting, "...when will these noobie's learn...". Moments later, in what seemed like hours, I was being awakened outdoors by a man in a shirt with "Arnold's" embossed on the front, shaking his finger at me shouting once again. "Kid, kid, wake up, wake up, don't come in here again until you can "man up".
Okay, I gather myself together, I reach in my pocket and grab that single 20 dollar bill wrapped so carefully around my last 10 dollar bill. I rush into the store, I grab the bottle of 205, I throw the money at the clerk, I said, "keep the change" and as I turn to bolt out the door he says, "there's tax on that, you're short".
Out to the car, I humble myself once again to my wife, as she sits reading some online article on her phone about husbands and their additions. "Please dear I need a dollar, it's their last bottle of 205". While avoiding any eye contact at all, she drops the dollar to the ground to watch as I grovel at her feet.
Transaction made, 205 in my possession. Now the long drive home, while I ponder what magical words of wisdom the bottle label can impart.
Okay, now for my question:
Is the use of another polish, say #7, on top of #205 a waste of time and product before using a wax? Or did I just ask a question like when shopping at Porsche, if you have to ask the price you can't afford it. Is 7 on top of 205 redundant?
If it ever stops raining, I'm going to try it on the roof of my car where experiments can be made without people seeing my mistakes. I'm thinking wash, clay, Ultimate Compound, #205, then #26. #7 after #205 if it would make a difference over black.
Thanks,
I walk in and there it is...Mequiar's nirvana. A row of those cream colored bottles...a numerical gold mine...be still my heart...numbers from double-zero up to...yes...up to 205. Holy Cow...BP thinks they've hit oil...I'm weak at the knees from my discovery. Plus a row of red bottles, a row of black bottles and squirt bottles of blue, pink and clear liquids.
I wonder around to look on other side of the shelf and my gosh there's pads. Holy Moses, there's more numbered products and get this...all three colors!! Meguiar's brushes, Meguiar's microfiber...still not that elusive waffle weave, but by golly there's those famous yellow microfiber towels. No, no, no, wait...there's a Mequiar's buffer. Rats, my wife had warned me...NO credit cards. I could feel that leash tighten around my throat!
Okay, okay be still my heart I've got 30 bucks burning a hole in my pocket. How, oh how, will I spend it...
Once again I look up and down the perfectly spaced row of cream colored product bottles, when there it is. I spy that bottle for the second time and it hits me like lightning bolt....that's 205. That product I've only been able to dream about, that product made in some black magic laboratory in Irvine, that product stored in a room that only Mr. Stoops has the key...yes it's the product with the "S" on it's chest. No not Superman...it's SuperMicroAbrasiveTechnology...oh my gosh....it's 205. But wait, there too in that perfectly spaced row of cream colored numerically labeled bottles is the other end of Super line. Yes, Yes, it's 105!! Oh no, my knees buckle, I fall to the floor, as I fall I hear in the background the clerk dialing 911 on the phone and shouting, "...when will these noobie's learn...". Moments later, in what seemed like hours, I was being awakened outdoors by a man in a shirt with "Arnold's" embossed on the front, shaking his finger at me shouting once again. "Kid, kid, wake up, wake up, don't come in here again until you can "man up".
Okay, I gather myself together, I reach in my pocket and grab that single 20 dollar bill wrapped so carefully around my last 10 dollar bill. I rush into the store, I grab the bottle of 205, I throw the money at the clerk, I said, "keep the change" and as I turn to bolt out the door he says, "there's tax on that, you're short".
Out to the car, I humble myself once again to my wife, as she sits reading some online article on her phone about husbands and their additions. "Please dear I need a dollar, it's their last bottle of 205". While avoiding any eye contact at all, she drops the dollar to the ground to watch as I grovel at her feet.
Transaction made, 205 in my possession. Now the long drive home, while I ponder what magical words of wisdom the bottle label can impart.
Okay, now for my question:
Is the use of another polish, say #7, on top of #205 a waste of time and product before using a wax? Or did I just ask a question like when shopping at Porsche, if you have to ask the price you can't afford it. Is 7 on top of 205 redundant?
If it ever stops raining, I'm going to try it on the roof of my car where experiments can be made without people seeing my mistakes. I'm thinking wash, clay, Ultimate Compound, #205, then #26. #7 after #205 if it would make a difference over black.
Thanks,
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