Our cars can be our sanctuaries when we take proper care of them. Yet most days, for the average human being – or carer of little human beings – the sad reality of our car interiors is that they tend to resemble more of a landfill than a luxury mode of transportation that we’ve spent our hard-earned cash on.
We all know that bittersweet feeling of just having had a professional valet. The seats and carpets have been freshly shampooed and hoovered, an overwhelmingly powerful air freshener that will likely die out in under 24 hours dangles obtusely from the rear-view mirror, and the windshield is as squeaky clean as it has ever been. We sit, relishing in its uncharacteristic cleanliness. We boast to our passengers of the care we take of our precious vehicle, referring to our car by its Christian name like teenagers.
