Shawn is about to paint his masterpiece.
Today was Shawn’s day. Richard and I hooked up 1107 and towed it back to Creech’s place. While I stood around talking on the phone, Shawn turned a small garage into a paint booth, painted four fenders and then set to work on 1107’s body.
Creech’s next door neighbor Shep saved our bacon by allowing us to plug the air compressor into one of his outlets, and, when we kept tripping the circuit breaker, brought over an extension cord that could probably power a Space Shuttle launch. (Prior to all this, we’d recharge the compressor in Creech’s main garage, drag it through the gravel down to the makeshift paint booth, Shawn would paint as much as he could and then I’d drag it back up the driveway to recharge it. Ghetto.
It was too dark (and it was raining) for me to get any “after” photos, but safe to say 1107 is looking spiffy.