Painting woes. I WANT TO PUKE!!!!!

Because it flows out so much better on the last coat !?

 

We have ALL made errors, don't sweat it (sorry, I couldn't help my self).

 

And you didn't get any bugs in it? You know how bugs seem to be attracted to lights? Well it seems like when they are high on paint fumes they'll go back and forth between the light and those flat horizontal positioned panels (hood, top and trunk lid). It sounds like you escaped that experience, good job.

 

Has anyone else had those little black rock lookin' things coming out of the respirator canisters onto fresh paint, while your spraying? That's a blast. It took me forever to figure out where they were coming from.

I was getting ready to clear a Harley tank with extensive airbrushing on it, I grabbed what I thought was a can wax and grease remover. I had put some gas in a wax and grease remover can to use for priming shitboxes. You can figure out the rest....

I was painting a bedside I had repaired on a big jacked up, late model F-250 one new years eve. It was two tone white with gold on the bottom, and had been a major pain in the ass to begin with. I was using a little plug in flood light to see better. Got the last coat of clear on and I was amazed at how well it turned out. I cleaned everything up, was headed out the door and decided to go have one more look just to sleep better. I grabbed the cord for my little flood light and plugged it in. The swamp cooler that had be sitting dorment since summer time, came to life blowing out a cloud of dust covering the wet bedside. I suddenly realized I had not plugged in the light. Since the truck was a gay lifted re-haw mobile, it was sitting dead even with the swamp cooler, assuring it didn't miss a spot. Fuck.

A few drops of water, Ha ha. I could go on with storys like this all day. Being able to fix fuck-ups is what makes a good painter.

 

I used to spray all my stuff (and customers too) outside in my folks driveway. (Belated So sorry to my folks & neighbors) One time I sprayed a chrome yellow that attracted every knat in the neighborhood to the wet paint. Lots of wet sanding, a rented booth and more paint and out half as much money as I would have made on the job. And I wonder why I have been driving in primer for the last 5 years.

 

My father was an excellent painter and body man. I'm sure there were imperfections, but I never saw any. He always said that a good painter is someone who can fix mistakes, because everyone makes them. Also, the color-sanding and buffing process can take care of alot of boo boos...

He bought a 46 ford once with paint that looked like it wasn't thinned... worst orangepeel I've ever seen... with patience and alot of sanding and buffing, that car came out beautiful.

 

I've only painted with acrylic enamel, and the BEST paint job was on an old Ford PU that I really didn't care about. Geez...no sanding or buffing, and it came out great.

 

Whenever sombody picks out a flaw in a restoration paint job I just tell them that we went to the extra effort to put the original flaw back in.

 

And there was no extra charge.

 

How about this for shitty - I was painting a horse trailer with just a basic white paint job... hadn't tightened up the lid from refilling the gun when my dad points up at the sky at a Pitts bi-plane doing aerobatics over the ranch. Being an aviation nut, I look up and for GOD only knows what reason... I lifted my arm up at the same rate my head was going up.

Long story short....

I dumped the whole gun's worth of white paint down the back of my right shoulder, in my shirt and down the crack of my ass.

I was so pissed I was speechless. I just stood there in shock for about a minute. I literally couldn't even come up with a cuss word... just stood there soaked in paint with paint dripping out the bottom of my pant legs...

Yep... I drank more Lone Star than I care to admit that night. Enough to not remember how I got white paint on me the next morning.

Happy painting.

-Chris

 

A few years ago I was painting part of my friends car outside one day while there was a wildfire in the mountains. There was an eerie reddish-orange haze all day from the smoke. As soon as i laid the last coat of clear, wouldn't ya know it, the damn sky started raining ashes! all I could do was watch as they melted into the clear, like hundreds of grey and black snowflakes.

 

As they say. "It is what it is". I found 80 grit marks in mine after I shot it, but they were hard to see from the runs that were on top of them. I am driving thru the summer and will correct in the winter. All the frustration goes away when my little girl says she wants to go for a ride in the hotrod.

 

Your not alone. I just sanded my deck lid down for the second time

 

i had just layed fresh black paint job on my jeep and felt it was such i nice dry non windy day i would leave it parked outside to soak up some sun ten minutes later while im taking a quick shower my wife comes walking in asking why do i have the car outside in the rain she ask wasn't i going to paint it today?
it was a quick sun shower when i got out side there was no clouds????

 

From what I've learned about painting.....when it looks good, STOP!

That last coat is the one that f's everything up!

 

its cool. atleast u didnt go down the front like i did! i was pouring paint in an akward posistion and i missed the cup of the gun and poured black base all down my front side. try taking a used scotchbrite in the shower to get a nice black racing stripe that went from my chest down to my knee and every where in between. lesson learned to never pour that close to my body.

 

There were three of us working as painters in a GM dealership back in '81. One afternoon, one of the other guys was in his booth getting ready to spray a car when, all of a sudden, I heard a loud bang followed by him yelling loud enough to be clearly heard all over the shop, over the noise of the exhaust fan as well as all the rest of the shop racket..... guy really flippin' out here... Then More banging around from inside the booth for maybe 5 full minutes, shit obviously being thrown around, banging off the walls (and car)...... Finally the door bangs open and he storms out, throws his paint gun clear across his two work stalls and smashes it against the far wall, yelling "My life is dog turds", and just keeps on stompin' out of the shop......

Never did figure out what went wrong, but that car was sure fucked up:

Rich