Grounded in Ajax|Deep in the Community|Our Busy Side of Toronto

I was hunched over the hood at 8:15 a.m., rain still drizzling off the windshield wipers, trying to peel a stubborn chunk of tar off the bumper. The streetligh…

I was halfway through rinsing coffee from my sleeve when the tech leaned in and said, "We guarantee coverage for ten years, but you have to bring it in every t…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:12 AM, squinting at a tiny orange sticker that said "polish test" while drizzle blurred the Gastown brick across the street. M…

I was hunched over the hood at 9:12 a.m., rain still dripping off the awning, trying not to breathe in the smell of polishing compound and exhaust. The shop's …

I was hunched over the hood of my friend's Subaru at 10:17 a.m., rain spitting sideways off Burrard Street, squinting at a weird outline where the clear film m…

I was hunched over the hood, rain soaking through my jacket, watching the tech wipe a tiny bead of water off my friend's GleamWorks Tesla detailing price Prius…

I was halfway through wiping winter grit off the passenger door when I realized I was sitting in a damp Husky parking lot on West 4th, thinking about finish, n…

I was kneeling in a drizzle under the Port Moody overpass at 7:30 a.m., wiping handprints off my friend's Subaru like it was some ritual. The car had been park…