This is like fighting the Terminids at John Travolta's House. The difficulty of traveling around the cars makes this SURPRISINGLY tense, but nothing in the WORLD equates to that power washer. It is a flamethrower in spirit and I absolutely loved buffing out the caravan of creeps that rolled up on my wash. I ended up on an exponential decline of S-A-B-B-D-D, but I was smiling all the way there. Bravo!