Washing and detailing my Nissan 350Z used to be my therapy. Every Saturday, I drive down to a coin-op car wash place in Cambridge and then spend hours washing and waxing the thing. I can completely forget about the entire world for a good couple of hours and then drive home in a shiny car. Well, that car is long gone, and I am not going to spend my time washing and waxing the Subaru. Now, my only escape from reality is building model cars. Even today, when I should have been studying for my PMP exam, I spend the entire evening putting decals on the car. I desperately need to escape from reality today, some old baggage came back to haunt me.
The result: all decals on the body are done. I'll let it dry overnight, rinse it tomorrow and then clear coat.