Despite the continued chilly weather here this weekend, I managed to finish addressing all of the remaining interior surface rust issues, thereby clearing the way for, yes, you guessed it...more of that sweet, gooey bed liner...
The walls and ceiling have now been covered with their first coat of that bulletproof-magic-in-a-can, and I even managed to escape this time without giving myself any inadvertent tattoos. You never really know for sure until you take a look in the mirror afterwards.
I'll knock out a second coat next, maybe hit all the seams with a third coat just to prove how utterly fixated I am, glop a couple of coats down on the floor, and then finally break things off before I get arrested for indecent behavior with a truck bed protection product. By then, you may find yourself wondering how much more black a van's interior could possibly get. The answer – None. None more black.
Because no blog is worth its salt without the occasional Spinal Tap reference, and we've been overdue for a while now.