Managed to spend a very cool afternoon hangin out with a load of petrol heads in a pub carpark
I fired up the sprayer and now the whole house smells like a headache in the makin. Last weeks blast cabinet is today known as the spray booth, which is my second new favourite name for the outside shithouse.
Pretty good result so far, but I may have to sand a bit more coz the paint shows up as many scratches as it covers. All told though, I reckon it's way easier than rattle cans, as it puts such a thin layer down each time. Cheaper too.
Managed to blank up the fuel filler with a perfectly sized old grindin disc, and the remains of an old sock.
Next up is the shiny black attack.