Well, I liked my ol' Camaro, but it was getting awfully rusty around the gills as of late. Durn that road salt. Guess that happens to a car when it gets old enough to vote and then some. (FYI: 1986 was NOT that long ago! I'm older than that!!) The bottoms of the doors were staring to rot out from water that seeped in past the worn out weatherstrips, and all the bumper corners had collected their fair share of scrapes, there were your garden variety small dents n' dings, and to top it all off, the clearcoat started to flake off the roof like a bad sunburn.
And then, about a month back, I nailed a deer that ruined both the hood and front nosepiece, the SECOND TIME in my ownership that's happened, remember? The first time was ANOTHER CAR and neither were really my fault! Is this thing snakebit or what?
So, considering that every single surface of the car had been blemished in some way, and considering the age and everything, well, I decided that there was only one thing to do....
TOTAL RESTORATION TIME! And I'm actually paying a professional this time, as there's only so much I can do myself with spray paint and sandpaper!
Should be out of the paintshop sometime in the next couple of weeks, while it's apart, I bought replacements for just about everything that had to come off. New weatherstrip, new emblems, new door handles, new grille, new lock cylinders for the doors, new hood supports (it uses the hydraulic kind without a prop, and they lost their "zip" long ago) and I got a set of correct wheels for it too, so I won't be rolling around on the functional but mis-matched ones it currently has that make me think of tomato slices every time I see em'.
Once that's done, it's onto the interior, keep ya posted. Hopefully I'll have a car worth cruising this summer.
It seems to be a shame to have to put it all back together, I was kinda warming up to the "Road Warrior" look. All I need is a .50 cal Browning strapped to the roof, a crash helmet with a skull motif, and a pair of leather pants with a big knife in one pocket and I'd be ready to RULE the wasteland!
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him eat a salami sandwich.
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