One of you needs to be on the train to Birmingham, and the other needs to go to Memphis in the meantime gurrrllll...
What else do you think they would be doing :baa:So.....wait......these fish were trying to eat you?...........
So.....wait......these fish were trying to eat you?...........
No pictures.
I never post fail pictures.
The level of failure today could only be described as epic,...it's a wonder that I didn't take a rusty box cutter and just slit my wrists....the long way.
I start out...though, all positive that I'm gonna make big progress..I get the trunk flipped on its back, and start trying to paint the underside..but I cannot get a spray pattern much bigger than a few inches. I have to overlap 2/3rds of each pass, and it's just dry spraying the hell out of the metal in front of the path.
I relegate myself to finishing it, while at the same time completely fcking it up. I'm gonna have to mark that as a do over.
I give it a couple of hours to dry, and flip it. Except I'm not gonna try that again,..something is clearly wrong with the gun. So I take it all apart,...it's filthy as all three pigs.
I spend an hour cleaning it, put it back together, put some thinner in it and check to see if I can make the fan pattern bigger...I can.
Great........... now let's try it with some paint.
It's working. I now have about a 5" pattern,...I manage to spray the trunk fairly consistently, but still put it on way too thick, and now it's orange peel city. I decide to wait and see how it will flatten. As its drying it's shrinking up pretty nicely...I'm thinking I can almost live with the texture,...kinda an eggshell finish..but, as luck would have it, a breeze blows a piece of MDF I was using to check the spray pattern over, and it blows all kinds of dirt onto the not quite dry eggshell finish.
It's fcked.
I push the thing out into the sun so it'll bake and dry faster, and go out and buy me some more thinner, and some 800 grit paper..
Cause I intend to wet sand that texture and dirt off of that trunk deck when it's dry enough.
When I get back, I get to it..the trunk is dry, I get it out of the sun, cool it off, and start wet sanding.
A half hour later I'm ready...I get the gun loaded, and back off the fluid flow knob a little bit. I test the pattern..it's spitting now,...and it's back to spraying a too small ellipse pattern.
What would you do now? You've got a whole gun of catalyzed paint. Another cup full of sht that has gotten too close to its pot life that I had mixed before I had to go get the sand paper when the first attempt failed...and now here it is again...acting up.
I spray it on anyway.. And the fail is glorious...orange peel, + dry spray, ....and.......wait for it.....solvent pop.
The trunk deck is a total wreck.
I'm gonna have to sand it down.......again.
I take the gun apart again,..this time it looks normal. I spray brake clean through the air passages..everything shoots out where brake clean is supposed to shoot out of....the only thing different was the fluid control knob was turned in one turn.
I turn it back out to full flow,..put thinner in it, and again, I have a full pattern.
I move on to the hood...it has alligator skin 2k primer that is so freakin hard to sand, I have to use 220 to take it off. ( this was where the contamination came from that fouled the gun,..there was dried up 2k primer innit when I took it apart the first time) I sand for hours..then I switch to 320 and sand some more..
Kate gets home..it's 6:30. I've been standing and sanding for 8 hours, not including the dash to go get the 800 grit.
I have to deal with the trunk still. All I can hope for is to get it flat..so,..out comes the 320. And I sand.......and sand,...and sand...
It's still not close..and you can still see the pinholes from the solvent pop..so,...more sanding still left to do.
I'm wiped,....too bad last night was whiskey night...I try not to have them back to back.
I don't know what to do now...the gun has no visible obstructions, and this damn gun has worked for me before, with really good results. The bottom of the old hood, and the bottom of the old trunk, the dash bars, the green wheels, all turned out perfect. I'm so freakin pissed now, I'm a real pleasure to be around..
I shoulda just cut my wrists.
It's Sunday.How goes it?
Meh,..I went down there at the end of the day and sanded it for about a half hour. I'm just about done getting it to where the solvent pop pinholes are gone...but she caught me.Ah, that’s right I forgot.
With a strong pour of Bourbon?Meh,..I went down there at the end of the day and sanded it for about a half hour. I'm just about done getting it to where the solvent pop pinholes are gone...but she caught me.
" I don't freakin believe you...you spend all day on this thing yesterday, and that wasn't enough?"
" Evidently not,...I'm still fckin sanding on it" I reply.
She says " I'm gonna go watch Private Ryan", and walked away.
What else could I do?
I'm sitting here watching Saving Private Ryan, on the 75th anniversary of D day. ( almost)