After the pre-wash I entered into the scrubbing area. I was barely past the miter curtain before being blasted by foam cannons. Which made my already slippery existence worse. Then I got sucked into the over-under brushes, the only reason I wasn't shot out the other side was because the next set of brushes stopped me, while also providing extra scrubbing to my hindquarters. The high-pressure undercarriage wash did catch me off guard and though I did fall onto my back after emerging from the brushes at least that's done with.

Good news, I can see what's happening next. Bad news, I can't get up because of the slippery soap. Or are they both bad news?

But at least what lies on the other side of the Rainbow Foam Cannons can't be that bad. . .

. . .Right?