Imagine this -- you've just spent 8+ hours detailing your car. Wash, clay and several hours on swirl removal. You're a happy camper and decide against your better judgement to take that shiny, glossy bad boy out on the road. You hop on a highspeed roadway knowing full well that others will have to lower their visors to avoid the glare off of your car and await the admiring stares of others as they pass you. Suddenly, you are stuck behind an open flatbed truck whoose unknown load is loosley covered by a tarp flapping in the wind. You can't move to the left or right because of traffic. Then you hear it -- specks of debris flying out of that truck travelling at 60+ mph hitting your car like little micro meterorites. From the depths of your mind you recount an old college physics course and try to compute the velocity of this flying debris as it strikes your hood and roof. You realize the answer to the question is meaningless (hell, you couldn't answer that question even when you took the course) but the result is all to real. Marring and scratching as these metorites hit you with a sound much like chalk screeching over a blackboard. Expletiives are abounding. Alas, you get from behind that truck, but its too late. The damage has been done. Your companion in the right seat (a.k.a. your wife, gf or significant other) says "It's just a car" which at the least only worsense the situation. The day is ruined. The only thing you have to look forward to is starting all over. You think to yourself, next time I'll just stay home.