So last night was the night. Finally. I literally flew home, fed the dog, squeezed the poop out of him, grabbed the missus and took off to the shop. It was perfect. Donald had caught up with his paint jobs that day, the weather was just right, the sun was setting.



We decided to prime the areas where the bodywork had been done so we masked off the entire car first. It took us close to 20 minutes to mask which even impressed him and he got straight to spraying.

















After that, kate and I jumped on Roxy like a Pekinese to a couch leg and stripped her bare. The doors, hood and hatch all came off and were laid on saw horses to be masked. Then I started scuffing off the first layer of botched green and got everything ready to be sprayed.











It was now 9. Three hours after getting there and we were ready to paint. First Donald painted all of the spare pieces in the booth as kate and I stared on with smiles. Then he sprayed down the inside of the car and all of the jams.

While he was spraying, Kate and i sat in the office in safety from the fumes. I couldn't sit still so I stole Bubba's helicopter and started flying it around the street out front. Mind you, here I am, a 6' 3" white boy in a predominantly hispanic industrial complex at 9:30 at night... flying a helicopter. Yeah.

Anyways, I go back in the office and in walks Donald. "You want semi-gloss or eggshell?"

Fuck. This is exactly what happened last time. The color was perfect and then the clear went down and fucked everything up. I took a guess and just said go with semi-gloss as I would rather the car be glossier than too flat. The best thing about sitting in the office was that Kate and I started talking about random shit and then the conversation turned to memories of family members and it was just really nice to have a great conversation like that. Especially with the gal I was planning to marry. It always seems like the deepest, most meaningful conversations pop up in the most unexpected locations and times.



30 minutes later the gloss was down and it all looked perfect. 10 minutes after that, I noticed white specs showing up in the paint. The fucking matte coat chunked up even after being strained and left lots of little white bumps in the paint. Ugh. The curse continues.

We left for the night as it was now 10:30 and I wasn't too stressed. The coat was perfect albeit a little too flat but it was good nonetheless. I was happy.







The work went by fast and kate and I drove home to pass out holding hands while we slept.

The next day, the alarm went off at 6:15. I woke up like a bolt, all excited to put her back together and I look over and see a passed out and grumbling kate. "Come on come on!" "grumble grumble grumble..."

We slapped on some hoodies, rolled over to the shop and Donald is already there. "I did something that's gonna make you happy. I sprayed it again." And fuck if the spots were gone. Donald had come in an hour early and sprayed the whole thing over again just because he wasn't happy with it.

I love that man.

Anyways, she's home. All put back together and is now green. This weekend I'll button everything up on the inside and hopefully will be adding a custom exhaust into the mix. Monday we'll paint the outside and then this lil project will be done for the time being. Well, at least done for the show. I'll still have a billion little touches to add to make it 100% but that's what next year is for =)

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