Truck returned from the shop this morning with all the 75,000 mile service and a new master cylinder. Future me (the guy with the name on the credit card I used) is now $520 lighter. That guy is going to be so pissed. Anyway, Tiger and I washed and cleaned the vehicles. He’s super scared of drive-thru car washes. I took him out of his seat as we approached the tunnel of scrub, and explained that the truck was taking a bath. He didn’t shake or cry one bit. He kept saying "Truck? Bath? Truck? Bath?" So we wash the vehicles, vacuum and detail them and suddenly rain clouds roll in and *boom*, everything undone. Ah well. It was fun times and S. got to nap for an hour.