I don't know if this topic is a repeat or not. If it is, I apologize, If not, maybe it'll be some fun. The first car I washed was my dad's '59 Ford. I was about 12 years old. The car was an ugly peach color with a puke green interior. Anyway, I got my galvanized bucket, a hose, some Ivory dish liquid and a bunch of old tee shirts my mom used as rags and went to town. Man, was I proud with the job I did.