I have pretty much convinced myself that the sole reason for owning a Pahaque cover is to steal all of the joy from your life the day you try to put it on. After an hour or so of having it slide off one side or the other and getting covered with the white powder from it deteriorating, I have discovered a lot of new ways to string cuss words together.  When it is time to remove it you get to spend the afternoon cleaning the mildew from the inside and then trying and failing multiple ways to fold it.

Rant over... Thank you for your attention