Okay, so the car was looking absolutely dreadful. I mean, an actual layer of grime you could probably write your name in. Not my proudest moment, I'll tell ya. So, the mission was clear: find a jet wash nearby. Easier said than done, sometimes, right?

My Quest Begins

First thing I did, like most folks, was whip out my phone. Typed in "jet wash near me" into the usual search apps. Got a few hits, but some looked a bit dodgy, others were miles away. You know how it is, the map shows one thing, you get there, and it's a wasteland or something completely different. I even drove past a spot that used to be a jet wash, now it's one of those fancy organic juice bars. Good for them, I guess, but not for my mucky car.

It kinda reminded me of this one time, years ago, I was trying to find this specific bakery. My wife, bless her, had this craving for a particular type of bread they supposedly made. I spent a whole Saturday morning driving around based on some vague directions from her cousin. Turns out, the bakery had closed down five years prior and her cousin just, well, forgot. Ended up getting a bog-standard loaf from the supermarket and a whole lot of earache. That's what this jet wash hunt was starting to feel like – a wild goose chase for something that might not even be there, or be any good.

A Glimmer of Hope

Anyway, after nearly giving up and resigning myself to driving a mobile mud-pit, I remembered old Dave from down the street. He's always got his motor looking spotless. So, I figured, why not ask a real person? Bumped into him while