A simple wash and prep with a decent wax on this brand new Golf R in Lapis Blue ended up with me needing 4 pints and a lie down. Arrived to see the car still wrapped but sat next to a busy roundabout with the rear wrap that covered the boot flapping about in the wind, thinking about the mental storm we had this week I cringed and had the salesman car bring round to the wash bay, after about a 20 minute wait :/
This was a right treat, no one spoke any English, some old dear went to work on a 66 plate Amarok with a broom (picture below). Asking where the tap was to do my buckets she just pointed and what could only be described as week old Minestrone soup with a sponge in it. I eventually found the water supply and began my wash down process thus getting in two huge arguements with their valeters and their daft boss saying I was taking too long, so told them to F off out of it. “That’s why I don’t do mobile/dealership outings I thought!” Carefully dried and brought out into the sun.
Where the wrap had been hitting the bootlid these incredible defects where left all along the bootlid and the tops of the spoiler on each side. Called the customer who was gutted, and me myself felt very sorry for the dealer. Salesman didn’t seem fussed at all.
After surviving hell, I was lucky to bring it indoors where employees of this dealership told me incredible stories of lucky escapes where customers haven’t noticed marks on their new cars. Asbolutely ridiculous.
I’d have liked to of taken more pictures of the wash bay as it was hurrendous, but “we haven’t time to wash the cars properly” in broken English.
Finished in Dodo Juice Supernatural and Zaino Z8.
A few pictures and video below I escaped.
