After I got out of the Navy, I bought a used '68 Mustang fastback (gold with a 4 speed and 302 engine). When I started dating my wife (the first one!), I actually paid a kid to wash the car every week so I could impress the girl. Then came marriage and poverty. Traded the Stang for another guys 65 Plymouth Belvedere. It was baby blue that was totally dull and chalky. Just by accident I tried a little rubbing compound on one fender and I was hooked. Did the whole car by hand and people that knew the car were amazed and thought I had it repainted. I was totally gone (as is the first wife - thank goodness). I used to wash and wax all 5 cars every week till I sold the my Corvette a few month ago. Now I "coast" through Saturdays doing only the 3 CRV's and the Black Prelude. Detailing has been my savior as a release from life's stress and pressures. BTW, the kid that bought the '68 Mustang still has it, restored and running but mostly a garage queen. I see it about twice a year and it always brings back a ton of memories and the "wish I wouldn't have sold it" syndrome.