Where there is a puddle, I shall drive through it.

So back on Monday I drove to Maryland for work. Specifically, I drove to an Army base for a briefing. There is a lot of construction going on at the base due to some big wins in the last BRAC round.

So the building where the meeting was could be accessed via two roads, the road which was finished, and the unfinished dirt road full of puddles of mud. Which one do you think I choose? Yep. I HAD to. You just don't get very many mud puddles in the city, eh.

I wasn't all that concerned about the mud (mud is a good thing) and the puddles unfortunately weren't that big. However, turns out there was more than mud in the puddles. I drove through some sort of mix of concrete and cement and who knows what else. So, for about a week, I've been driving around with a fair amount of concrete on my under carriage, tires, etc. (Pictures thusly.)

Deciding I should probably not leave concrete on my poor Jeep any longer, I took my baby to the car wash today. It took two times through the wash and some sweet talk to the attendants to scrub a little on my bumper to get all the crud off.

But really, it's a Jeep. My last jeep didn't have doors that locked.