To Infiniti & Beyond

Chapter Thirty-Three

As much as being back home I miss Florida, and I miss the time with my girls - I really missed my car. So, I decided to treat her to a wash today! Thankfully Jake and Beau have been out of school for nearly a month now, so I can recruit them to help me wrap. They're coming over to help me tomorrow and some more this weekend. I've been home less than 24 hours but I'm already chomping at the bit to get started.

On my way to the car wash, a silver BMW 345i cruises up next to me on the highway. Aside from the tint, it's seemingly stock. If my memory serves me correctly, we are putting out similar horsepower. So, I do what anyone in my situation would and roll down my window.

As the tinted window rolls down, it catches me by surprise to see a girl roughly my age with brown shoulder length straight hair.

"Wanna race?" I call out to her.

"Sure!" She calls back over the wind and our engines.

I roll my window up and she follows suit, as its closing I start the beep sequence.

One.

Beep, Beep!

What? Why is she beeping?

There's no third press of the horn and she just takes off.

This chick's got a cool car but she clearly knows nothing about racing. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head, as I downshift with my paddles twice. My car takes off as I wind out the gears and soon enough we're neck and neck. The lead passes between us for a few seconds before she lets off, gives me a couple more seemingly friendly beeps, and takes the next exit.

At the car wash I cleaned every crack and crevice I could possibly think of. I then take the time to clay bar it. By the time the process is all done, I realize it's taken me just under two hours.

I race back to my house with the anticipation building by the minute.

I pull into my driveway, shut off my car, and practically skip inside.

I grab the wrap, cleaning materials, my wrap kit, and set up a little station outside.

By the time the sun sets, I have both front fenders done. Feeling satisfied with my progress, I clean up and go inside to scroll on Facebook Marketplace to wind down.

I spot a set of black wheels, in good condition and in my price range. It's almost too good to be true, but I take my chances and message the buyer.

Before I know it, we're setting up a day for me to go pick them up.

It's finally Saturday, Jake and Beau are coming over to help me wrap my car. What they don't know yet is that they're going to come with me for the hour drive to get my new wheels.

They show up, and it takes no convincing to get them in the car. Today we're taking my daily (the Subaru Legacy) because there's more room. We spent the drive listening to early 2000's white girl music that Beau put on, Jake keeps suggesting songs. I think it's the funniest thing in the world that these two country hooligans are singing with me to All the Single Ladies by Beyonce (hand motions included).

Grabbing my wheels goes smoothly, before we know it we're back at my moms and continuing the wrapping process.

I had them take off my door handles so I could wrap my doors. While I work on wrapping those, they each work on one of my rear fenders. We finish at roughly the same time. I have them do the trunk in two sections while I work on the front bumper. While they put my door handles back on I do my rear bumper.

All that's left to do on tomorrow is finish the wrap and put the wheels on after a good wash.

I wash my wheels while the boys work on wrapping my roof. We opt to not wrap my hood because I plan to order a carbon one when finances allow.

I have them put my wheels on while I work on the smaller details of my wrap. We finish close to sunset and starve, so I treat them to dinner.

Jake drives us to our favorite Mexican restaurant. It's so weird being chauffeured around by him, I have to keep reminding myself he's not 14 anymore.

We sit and enjoy the good food, we're being obnoxious to each other and every now and then when we get a glare from one of the other customers I'll shush them, in response they only get louder. I pretend to be annoyed, but really it just makes me laugh more.