Alright, so I decided to give this 'water gun for car wash' thing a go the other day. Figured, why not? Save a few bucks, get a bit of exercise. Seemed simple enough on paper, or, well, on the internet videos I glanced at.

I got all my stuff ready. You know, the usual – bucket, soap, a decent sponge. And then, the star of the show: this water gun attachment for my hose. It wasn't one of those tiny pistol things; it was a bit more solid, had a few different spray settings. Looked kinda promising, I thought.

So, I started. Soaping up the car was the easy part, got it all foamy. Felt like I was doing a proper job. Then came the rinsing with the water gun. Squeezed the trigger, and out came the water. My first thought was, 'Hmm, okay, this isn't exactly a pressure washer, is it?' The stream was… alright. Good enough to wet things, but blasting off stubborn grime? Not so much.

I worked my way around the car, trying different angles, different settings on the nozzle. But the soap, man, that stuff clings on for dear life, especially in the little nooks and crannies. And you know what? My arm started to ache. Holding that trigger down, trying to direct the spray, it’s more work than you'd think. Plus, I was getting more water on myself than on some parts of the car, it felt like.

This whole process, standing there in my driveway, getting progressively wetter and more frustrated with the patchy results… it wasn't just about the car anymore. It actually stirred up an old feeling. It took me back to when I first got my own place, years ago. Money was super tight, you know? I remember trying to assemble some flat-pack furniture with the rubbish little tools they give you. The instructions looked easy, just like washing a car with a fancy nozzle. But the reality was wobbly shelves, stripped screws, and a whole lot of quiet swearing. I thought I was being smart, saving money by doing it all myself with the bare minimum. Sometimes it worked, mostly it was just… a struggle.

That feeling, that’s what this water gun car wash brought back. That feeling of trying to make something work with a tool that’s just not quite up to the job. You put in all this effort, and the result is just… meh. You tell yourself it’s good enough, but deep down, you know it’s a compromise.

So, the car? Yeah, it’s cleaner. From about twenty feet away, it looks pretty decent. If you don’t look too close at the water spots or the faint film of soap I probably missed. Would I recommend the water gun method for a sparkling, showroom-finish car wash? Nope. Absolutely not.

It’s okay for knocking off loose dust, maybe. If you’re not too fussy. But for a real clean, I think I’ll be sticking to the car wash place down the road, or maybe investing in something with a bit more oomph. Sometimes, just having the right tool makes all the difference, doesn't it? That’s my two cents on that little experiment, anyway.