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Friday, August 20, 2004

The car wash boasts a water pressure of 1300 psi, now that's pretty good. I'll be washing off both the dirt and the van's paint.

This is the first car wash I have ever seen with so many wash settings.

Unfortunately it's too hard to wash and take pictures at the same time so in summary, the pre-soak setting produced thick, pink solution and the foam brush produced mountains of foam, and the rest was just plain ole water.

After all the cleaning and scrubbing, my ride sheds all its dirt and comes out clean as a whistle. It is ready for my road trip to the Badlands.

My next and last task for the evening is to find a "safe" neighborhood to park in. One far away from the neighborhood I've been banned from by the police. I'm 1/2 tempted to overnight in the banned neighborhood because doing so is legal. I don't like being told I cannot do something that's perfectly legal. The road is for public use and last time I checked I'm classified as the public. But after thinking about the Patriot Act and how my rights can now be whisked away pretty much on a whim, I decide not to play with fire and find a nice little place to park my van, far, far away from the little troll and his fancy neighborhood.