Florida’s fighting record-breaking temperatures and it’s not yet summer. Detailing my car today at my mom’s house, I came across an old scrub brush from years ago. I remembered using it on my dirt bike after a particularly gnarly ride. It fit perfectly under the grooves of the fenders, so much that I liked ridding my bike of dirt. I used that brush like a hot lap around the track and after I grabbed another gear, a smaller sponge, and hit the gas. Sometimes, Pops pending, we took the toothbrush out for the tough spots, and then the Mineral Spirits. He had a polish for everything. We would spend hours outside, washing and cleaning, in the heat. We barely noticed the heat, or maybe we did, it didn’t matter. I’d nearly forgotten how much I cared for that scrub brush.