| We'd walk to the east past James Street in Byrnesville where narrow dirt roads and paths led us to and across a large flat area of crushed coal. We would play baseball here. The outfield was bordered by a creek and a few trees under which guys old enough to have them would come to wash and wax their cars. On Saturday nights these same guys would bring their girls to this spot to watch for fireflies.
With a bucket filled from the stream and soap to make suds you'd slather up the vehicle and then rinse it by throwing water on it from the bucket dipped in the creek. You'd then dry the auto with a chamois if you had it or an old towel if you didn't. Once dry you would Simonize your ride with paste wax applied in careful circles using a small piece of rag. When the wax was dry and chalky you would buff off the wax leaving a shine at least three inches deep. |
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Monday, June 15. 2009
The Monkey Drifts
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