And yet another story //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/smile.gif.1ebc41e1811405b213edfc4622c41e27.gif I'm currently in the process of painting a 58' Bel Air for a friend. It's a complete body of restoration. Seeing as how I'm such a nice person, I let him use one side of my garage for this as he lives in an apartment. We were working on the chassis last week getting it ready for paint. Got it sealed and primed Thursday. Got it ready for color early Saturday morning, so we rolled it in the harbor freight greenhouse / hillbilly paint booth //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif ( hey, don't laugh it works remarkably well ) Mixed up a batch of paint, put on my oompa loompa suit and went to painting. Got three coats on, and decided now was a good time for a lunch break as I needed to mix more paint anyway. So I closed up the booth zipped the outer doors to keep the wind from blowing any leaves or debris in on the wet paint. We hopped in the car, headed down to get something to eat. About a half an hour later we get back to the house ready to shoot some more paint. I walk over and unzip the doors to find my neighbors freakin' cat with all four paws stuck to the top of the frame rail. Pulling for all it's woth trying to get loose. D@mn cat clawed through the plastic doors to get inside with the heat lamps. Now my neighbors have a cat with lovely blue pearl paws, and I have several more hours of sanding to due on the frame rail. You gotta love freakin' animals //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/smile.gif.1ebc41e1811405b213edfc4622c41e27.gif
