@madmike, I almost crapped my pants when I read about the cat. It's nice to have a good fan to move air, but too much is too much. I was painting my first car, a 73 corvette and built a paint booth in my garage out of plastic sheeting. I had a few home-type air filters on one end and a 32" box-type fan on the other. The fan rotated at a low speed, but sucked a bunch of air. Half-way through painting the car the fan started to collapse the paint booth. I had to finish painting the car (in a catalyzed enamel) with no air flow. I spent three weeks finessing dirt out of the paint. The finished product looked good, but my wife swore I'd never paint another car in the garage. Now my youngest son has my 84 project and wants to paint it - in my garage. Can't wait to see how this plays out.
The different ways you overcame problems to complete your car is amazing! The finished build is unique and a head-turner. Your brain must churn all night long coming up with ways to modify and push forward. I just read the part about the handicap parking.
One of my peeves is people with a handicap tag on their mirror because they may transport a handicap person, but uses it when the handicap person is not with them. Lazy azzes!! I report every jerk I see in a handicap spot that shouldn't be there. Most of the time the store does zero about it.
Meh....you just gotta add a little
color to get the job done sometimes.
Years ago...I was sitting in a parking space just about to get out, and go to the grocery store. I was parked right next to an empty handicap space. When I got out of the car, a woman pulls in w/ no visible handicap markings on her car.
So I stand there, and wait for her to get out of her own car...only she sits there.
I approach her open window, and ask her if she realizes that she's parking in a handicap space?
She huffs at me, and tells me that she is trying to find something...I tell her that I hope it's her handicap permit.
( she's actually waiting for me to go inside so she can sneak her ass in later,....after I'm inside)
I go into the store, immediately seek out the store mgr, and add a little " color" to the situation.
I tell the mgr about my conversation with the lazy btch, tell him that my father lost both of his legs in Vietnam, and I consider it a personal affront when somebody decides to take his space away from him for the sake of their convenience..especially when there are so many open spaces in the lot for her to park elsewhere.
The mgr assures me that he'll ask her to move, and just to make sure,..I stand there.
She crosses the lot, and the mgr asks her ( politely) if she is in a handicap spot, and that if she is, will she please move her car.
I'm smiling now.
She angrily stammers out that if she has to go back out there to move her car, she'll never come in to the store again...the mgr apologizes, but tells her that she'll have to move.
She storms out.
I wave buh bye to her as she does.