Pedal grease: tending to the grab rails

I got frustrated with the billions of little tasks below decks, so I went upstairs. The teak rails on top of the cabin were well weathered, since Ed's oiling job had long since worn off.

If you don't use vile toxic chemicals, cleaning teak takes a little soap and a lot of elbow grease. The color-coordinated pedicure is optional, but it helps more than you'd think:



I had to switch feet, since I'm not used to this work yet. I found that if I kept my knee properly lined up over my foot, it was a lot more efficient and it didn't bother my knee. Looks like those childhood ballet classes are paying off:



This is a rail about halfway clean. The green scrubber is at the demarcation line between scrubbed and untouched:



So I was making headway. I decided not to make it perfect, but good enough, since sweating over the last 10-20% would probably soak up more time and energy than I really had.

I brushed the teak oil on by hand (Watco brand -- it smells much less disgusting) and then donned athletic socks I dug out of the rag bag to buff it out with. I don't have a picture of that, because there really is nothing exciting about a white sock with brown oil all over it.

I do have a picture of my pretty, foot-rubbed rail:



Sort of an understatedly classy look, I think.