Contrary to what Yamz believes, you can work on cars and be a germaphobe at the same time. I'm living proof of that. I wouldn't say I'm a neat freak, because I'm not. Label me as more of a clean freak. Ever since I was a kid, I've hated having my hands greasy, oily, dirty, or covered in germs; I couldn't even imagine touching stuff when they are. Remote controls, steering wheels, cell phones, and video game controllers are off limits until I wash my hands. Even after I eat, I can't do anything until my hands are clean again. Come to think of it, I wash my hands upwards of 75 times a day, depending on my activities. Of course, when I'm working on cars, that number skyrockets.
When I'm at an event, I'm borderline going insane. Dudes wanna shake hands, but who knows when the last time they washed their hands was? Did they cough or sneeze into their hands right before they ran into me? I seriously don't want to be sick for a long time again like I was after I got back from my Cayman Islands trip. Or mistakenly rub my eye and get pinkeye. Even worse is outdoor stuff, when it's all port-a-potties. Do you realize how disgusting that is? You might as well just dunk your hand into the toilet. That's why I'm a big fan of the fist-pound greeting or the "Waddup" heads-up motion.
I used to think Jonny was crazy (See, there's nothing wrong with cleaning a hotel remote control with alcohol wipes. -JW), but it turns out I'm the one who is. Once I accepted the fact that I am a germaphobe, rubber gloves, antibacterial soap, and hand sanitizer have all become my really close friends. I'm not far off from wearing a full-body protection suit and a SARS mask either.
Ricky Chu Rikdaddy@superstreetonline.com