Monday, February 25, 2013
If I have learned but one valuable life lesson from this conversion so far, it is that I should never be overly surprised when what initially seemed like a simple task turns out to be the Queen Mother Slog from Hell.
Case in point, today, wherein my modest goals included finishing the removal of everything that won't be painted and isn't easily maskable, taking off the vinyl striping from the body, and then getting started on repairing a few dings. Alas, the stripe removal, what I figured would eat up an hour or two at most, proved to be my Waterloo.
I first laid into that infernal stria shortly after noon, and by the time Mrs. Q returned home from work, quietly informing me that it was getting dark out, and might it not be wise to consider putting down the power tools for the night, I was covered in vinyl and rubber shavings, and sadly, only about halfway finished.
On the upside, the auto paint supply gods have graced mankind with stripe removal eraser wheels, which fit on the end of any power drill and do much of the dirty work, albeit slowly. On the downside, the one pictured above was my second of the day, after having chewed through the first on the rear door alone. Adding to the fun, they sell for $30 a pop, which means I'm now on the hook for $60 just to remove a flipping stripe – a number that could be twice as much by this time tomorrow.
Yesiree folks, vinyl stripe removal and eraser wheels. That's your post for today. Oh, how we've fallen from those golden days or yore, when spectacular vistas, funky towns, and all manner of roadside gems typified this here blog. Hang in there with me – we'll get back to it someday, though I'm no longer so naive to think there won't be several more Queen Mother Slogs from Hell along the way. I guess that's some sort of progress, no?