As a car guy, people always ask me, “How does your car always look so clean, so glossy, so… obnoxiously impressive... without spending your whole weekend elbow-deep in suds?” And honestly? ... We used to laugh. Because… same question. We’d been through it. ... Buckets. Towels. Foam blasters. That one “miracle” polish that smelled like applesauce chemical warfare and promised the gloss of a thousand suns… and left us with streaks and a ‘meh’ shine. ... The driveway was soaked. Our backs? Wrecked.