So my brother in law gave me one of those full detailing kits for Christmas and I figured what the heck, I'd try it out. Six hours later I'm on my knees in the driveway with a clay bar and a buffer, and I cannot stop staring at this thing. The paint looks wet. I caught myself taking pictures of it at sunset like it was a swimsuit model. Here's where it gets worse. I parked it at the end of the driveway so the porch light woud hit the chrome just right, and I sat on the tailgate with a beer just admiring it. My wife came out, watched me for a minute, and said 'you know you're basicly married to that truck now.'
My buddies at work found out I used a foam cannon and two buckets and they have not let me hear the end of it. One of them said this makes me something, I'll let you fill in the blank. I told them real men can appreciate a clean truck. They just laughed. Am I overthinking this or is there a point where you cross some line from maintenance into full on romance with your vehicle? Asking for a friend who is definitely me.