I achieved the American Dream about ten years ago when I purchased my first home. It’s a very decent sized house for a first-time buyer, located in a safe neighborhood a few blocks from the local park, and it was clean. Looking back on it now, I think I was 24 years old at the time, a little on the younger side of new homebuyers. I love this house. Fast-forward ten years later, and I’ve met and married a beautiful woman and we have two kids. All that’s missing is the white picket fence, right?

Unfortunately, not. My picture-perfect home has one major flaw; the driveway.

Over the years, significant wear and tear has dirtied up my driveway so bad I can drive up and down the road and pick my house out of a lineup based solely on the dirtiest driveway. I’m not entirely innocent in this; I may have done an oil change or two in my driveway, and that can be messy. To me, it looked like years of picking up street dust from the blacktop and parking my car on the driveway had just seeped a bunch of oil and grime into the concrete. I hit my breaking point when I went out barefoot to check the mail—when I came back inside, the bottoms of my feet were covered in soot! It was embarrassing, and I was tired of it.

I knuckled down and go to work that very next weekend. I spent about an hour washing off the entire driveway with my hose. I dumped some soap across the concrete slabs, I got a nice big scrub brush, and I went to town. It was a solid half hour later when I finally stopped; my back was hurting, my arms felt like rubber, and for all my elbow grease, the driveway wasn’t much cleaner.

I needed something high-powered, but I really didn’t want to rent a power washer from the local home improvement store. Shelling out money every time I need to clean my driveway was not an appealing thought. I was about to give up when my neighbor came out to check his mail. He saw me fuming in front of my house and stopped by to ask me what was going on.

Over the years, significant wear and tear has dirtied up my driveway so bad I can drive up and down the road and pick my house out of a lineup based solely on the dirtiest driveway. I’m not entirely innocent in this; I may have done an oil change or two in my driveway, and that can be messy. To me, it looked like years of picking up street dust from the blacktop and parking my car on the driveway had just seeped a bunch of oil and grime into the concrete. I hit my breaking point when I went out barefoot to check the mail—when I came back inside, the bottoms of my feet were covered in soot! It was embarrassing, and I was tired of it.

I knuckled down and go to work that very next weekend. I spent about an hour washing off the entire driveway with my hose. I dumped some soap across the concrete slabs, I got a nice big scrub brush, and I went to town. It was a solid half hour later when I finally stopped; my back was hurting, my arms felt like rubber, and for all my elbow grease, the driveway wasn’t much cleaner.

I needed something high-powered, but I really didn’t want to rent a power washer from the local home improvement store. Shelling out money every time I need to clean my driveway was not an appealing thought. I was about to give up when my neighbor came out to check his mail. He saw me fuming in front of my house and stopped by to ask me what was going on.

I looked at my neighbor skeptically. He was a bit of an older gentleman, and I couldn’t imagine him using some heavy duty pressure washer, let alone affording to purchase one. When I told him what I was thinking, he laughed at me.

“No offense, son, but this isn’t a pressure washer, and it isn’t expensive. It’s one of those revolutionary concepts someone recently designed. Like a smarter, better version of a product, you know? Get yourself one and try it out. I guarantee you’ll like it.”

I went to the home improvement store to check out my neighbor’s suggestion; I looked for the JetSurge everywhere, but I could not find it. One of the workers saw me searching the aisles for a while and asked if I needed help.

“I’m looking for something my neighbor told me about,” I said, “Something called JetSurge.”

The worker smiled and slowly nodded his head. “Okay, I see what the problem is, now. Your neighbor should have told you that you can only get JetSurge

from the company website. They’re in such high demand they don’t even bother selling them in stores—they ship directly to the customer.”

“Wow,” I said, “thank you for telling me that.”

“No problem, sir. A lot of people are getting it. Everyone that comes in here, I recommend it to them as well. They come back and tell me how incredible it is, and that it’s very affordable.”

I felt like I was part of a secret club, learning about JetSurge

and hearing so many good things about it. I decided: my neighbor’s driveway is pristine, this guy works at a home improvement store and he probably knows what he’s talking about, so what can I find about JetSurge on the internet? If it was everything I was told it was, I knew I needed to have it.

I did some research, and found out everything I needed to know:

What Is It And How Does It Work?