There's something oddly therapeutic about washing the car. I get funny looks from my neighbours when I use a toothbrush to polish my rims, and obsessively wipe down every panel on every surface at least 3 times.
Dirty cars drive me crazy. I don't understand why you would eat inside your car. Sticky consoles don't exactly add character to the interior. The next time my father eats inside, I'm cutting off his left ear. Stains took me 12 sheets of paper towel and a good half hour to wipe clean.
Take care of your car, and she'll take care of you.