his driver’s car is clean (clutter-free) on the inside, but not very clean (dirt-free) on the outside, because his obsessive-compulsive disorder is “zero clutter in my vehicle”.
I am obsessive about my car in my own way – I’m ridiculously OCD about clutter.
No loose tissue boxes on the rear parcel shelf, no windscreen-mounted smartphone/phablet suction clamps or sat-nav devices impeding my view of the road, no handsfree-device wires dangling off the rear view mirror. Used parking coupons aren’t even allowed to accumulate in the doorbins.
My boot is an empty cavern, if only because I can’t stand loose items clattering around at every keenly taken corner. The only umbrella in the car is a compact, telescopic type which fits snugly (and out of sight) in the glovebox.
And naturally, anyone caught eating in the car will be subject to a slow, painful death.
So, while I don’t necessarily agree with the chaps who spend every weekend waxing and then Instagramming their cars, I can understand. Because we enthusiasts are all loony about our cars in our own little way.
My car is clean (clutter-free) on the inside, but not very clean (dirt-free) on the outside, because my obsessive-compulsive disorder is “zero clutter in my vehicle”.
