Proving yet again that good things come in small packages, my friend Ellen is a classic subcompact, something just over five feet tall, but packs big energy and personality into an efficiently sized package. Here she proudly dislays some schwagly goodies she picked up to go with her new 997.
The pert, charming redhead in the photo above is my friend Ellen, and yes boys, the gray 911 she’s standing with is hers. Not a boyfriend’s, brother’s or husband’s, but 100% all hers. She’s a serious gearhead girl, a Bondurant trained pilota, and just terribly neat and organized, as is her office, her home, her car, and herself. Neat clean and put together…all of the above.
We’ve all seen cars that appear as if someone is living in them. Now I don’t mean to belittle homeless folks who actually do have to live in their cars. I mean the hapless, messy, disorganized slobs who treat their cars as an extra junk drawer. Ellen recently recounted to me the story of one such co-worker of hers, a young woman whose normally four seater Mazda3 was so filled with crap that it became a one-seater, with barely enough room in that one seat for the driver. I don’t know this woman’s name but she and Ellen recently decided to clean this pile up and get her organized. It only makes sense that this woman asked Ellen for help, as Ellen’s cars are always detailed to show quality and neat as a pin.
Ellen told me the story, thusley, and I’m still chuckling over it….
“Two garbage bags were filled with none other than…garbage. Another garbage bag was filled with shoes, another full of clothes. She found an envelope with $750 in cold hard cash. The trunk was also stuffed and emptied out. Took a while to get it all vacuumed. While I washed the car, she continued to go through stuff that came out of the car. Makeup, jewelry, sports equipment. Exhausting.
Then after a good wash, dry, and clay barred a little. Then she joined to wash the wheels. I cleaned the inside and all windows. I waxed and she took it off.
Amazing how good it ended up looking. She was on her cell at one point and heard her say ‘I can pick up uncle from the airport, I have room now!’. Yep, it was so bad she could not carry a single passenger.
I think that it got so out of control she didn’t know where to start.”
They vacuumed, they polished, they cleaned, waxed, buffed and treated and now the car has room for four plus luggage. Imagine losing, or finding, an envelope with $750 cash in it. I’m happy when I find seventy five cents worth of quarters in my seat cushions, I’d pass out for an extra $750 I didn’t know, or didn’t remember, I had.
Let’s see if this girl can keep up her car’s new image.