Miléd arrived at my house at 7:30am after driving two hours from Greenwich, CT. Soon after arriving he asked that I remove my NSX from the garage and he immediately started to work on detailing the interior of my car while I tended to my Sunday chores.
While I was changing the oil in my WRX I can hear Miléd talking to himself, mumbling the words "this just ain't right"
Later, while cleaning the WRX and polishing the NSX, I hear words such as "never again, no more Targa's". While cutting the grass, I hear screaming about the lawnmower churning up dust that is making its way to freshly cleaned sections of the interior of the NSX.
At another point, while checking on Miléd's progress, he tells me that he had welded my T-top and I now have a coupe. While listening to Miléd worked on the car I started to think about the story he wrote in the "Detailing Day in NY" thread where he continually repeated the words "I love my father", wondering what he was thinking about me?
After 11 hours Miléd says he is done and ready to go home. I look inside the car and ask Miléd if this is really my car? The interior is amazingly clean, not a speck of dirt nor the slightest spec of dust can be seen anywhere. I had to take my shoes off to move the car back into the garage - well actually, the socks had too much lint on them, so they had to come off too. I am starting to wonder how I will get to NSXPO without touching the interior of the car?
I don't think I can express how grateful I am to Miléd for taking the time to drive to my house so early just to spend eleven grueling hours to detail the interior of my car and then drive for well over two hours fighting 3mph traffic to get over the TapanZee bridge to get home. During that 11 hours of cleaning Miléd had to deal with back pain along with the intial emotion stresses of seeing the condition of the interior of my car resulting from thousands of miles of open-roof driving.
THANK YOU Miléd!!!!!!
Some pictures of the results of Miléd's hard work are here:
http://adejoie.smugmug.com/gallery/240230
Unfortunately I don't think the pictures truely show the results of Miléd's magic (otherwise his unrelenting hard work)
While I was changing the oil in my WRX I can hear Miléd talking to himself, mumbling the words "this just ain't right"
Later, while cleaning the WRX and polishing the NSX, I hear words such as "never again, no more Targa's". While cutting the grass, I hear screaming about the lawnmower churning up dust that is making its way to freshly cleaned sections of the interior of the NSX.
At another point, while checking on Miléd's progress, he tells me that he had welded my T-top and I now have a coupe. While listening to Miléd worked on the car I started to think about the story he wrote in the "Detailing Day in NY" thread where he continually repeated the words "I love my father", wondering what he was thinking about me?
After 11 hours Miléd says he is done and ready to go home. I look inside the car and ask Miléd if this is really my car? The interior is amazingly clean, not a speck of dirt nor the slightest spec of dust can be seen anywhere. I had to take my shoes off to move the car back into the garage - well actually, the socks had too much lint on them, so they had to come off too. I am starting to wonder how I will get to NSXPO without touching the interior of the car?
I don't think I can express how grateful I am to Miléd for taking the time to drive to my house so early just to spend eleven grueling hours to detail the interior of my car and then drive for well over two hours fighting 3mph traffic to get over the TapanZee bridge to get home. During that 11 hours of cleaning Miléd had to deal with back pain along with the intial emotion stresses of seeing the condition of the interior of my car resulting from thousands of miles of open-roof driving.
THANK YOU Miléd!!!!!!
Some pictures of the results of Miléd's hard work are here:
http://adejoie.smugmug.com/gallery/240230
Unfortunately I don't think the pictures truely show the results of Miléd's magic (otherwise his unrelenting hard work)
