El Camexican
08-24-2015, 06:29 PM
My uncle bought this truck at an auction for my cousin in 1981. It was a brush painted red that had faded to pink with plenty of dents. He bought it because the City of Moose Jaw had a black one he would see driving around as a kid back in the 50’s that he always liked.
They decided to fix it up and ask if I wanted to spend my 1982 spring break vacation prepping and painting a truck, so I bought a gallon of Bondo, and enough Dupont Centari paint to cover a truck, grabbed my sanding block and got on a Grey Hound bus headed west to the farm my Mom grew up on. I recall my shops class teacher let take the schools paint gun and let me leave school early once he found out what I was going to be doing. Come to think of it all my teachers were happy to get me out of their classes early.:naughty:
We (my then 14 year old cousin and me 16 at the time) started taking the truck apart and stripping off some 4 or 5 layers of various colors of paint. When we got down to the original layer it was black and low and behold there was a City of Moose Jaw badge on the door! It was the same truck my uncle fell in love with 30 some year earlier! The chrome was all rusted, but I had my cuz rub it all down with fine steel wool while I worked the body.
We toiled day and night for over a week to get it prepped except for Sunday which my religious uncle refused to let me work regardless of my pleading. The day we painted I recall it was about -5F outside and blowing snow, but the shop floor was heated with a boiler, so ambient temperature was about 50F inside. When it came time to paint my uncle brought in a load of wood and we got the shop up to about 80F before I started spraying. We had a grain silo drier fan set up to draw fumes out but that took all the heat with it, so between each coat we shut the doors and brought the heat back up as the stove had to be closed up to spray.
So anyway, The photos I have from back then are small and pretty blurry from all the overspray that was in the air that day and I was headed to the bus starting at 5:00am I never took any after shots in the light, but he’s got it for sale now and sent me a few photos taken last week. He drove it from 16 till sometime after he finished and went overseas and then it went uncovered into a barn where it got sh*t on by pigeons and subjected to Canadian prairie temperatures for over 20 years.
It’s pretty special to me as it was the first vehicle I ever painted, I was only allowed to shoot primer in school. He mailed me to ask if I wanted it a few months ago before he puts it on Kijiji, but I just can’t take something like this on now. It’s got the original power train and interior and still drives. I just don’t have a place to put it and Armstrong steering and 6V lights don’t appeal to me much anymore.
For 34 year old paint on a 69 year old body I’d say it’s held up pretty well, I wonder where it will be in another 34 years:wondering
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They decided to fix it up and ask if I wanted to spend my 1982 spring break vacation prepping and painting a truck, so I bought a gallon of Bondo, and enough Dupont Centari paint to cover a truck, grabbed my sanding block and got on a Grey Hound bus headed west to the farm my Mom grew up on. I recall my shops class teacher let take the schools paint gun and let me leave school early once he found out what I was going to be doing. Come to think of it all my teachers were happy to get me out of their classes early.:naughty:
We (my then 14 year old cousin and me 16 at the time) started taking the truck apart and stripping off some 4 or 5 layers of various colors of paint. When we got down to the original layer it was black and low and behold there was a City of Moose Jaw badge on the door! It was the same truck my uncle fell in love with 30 some year earlier! The chrome was all rusted, but I had my cuz rub it all down with fine steel wool while I worked the body.
We toiled day and night for over a week to get it prepped except for Sunday which my religious uncle refused to let me work regardless of my pleading. The day we painted I recall it was about -5F outside and blowing snow, but the shop floor was heated with a boiler, so ambient temperature was about 50F inside. When it came time to paint my uncle brought in a load of wood and we got the shop up to about 80F before I started spraying. We had a grain silo drier fan set up to draw fumes out but that took all the heat with it, so between each coat we shut the doors and brought the heat back up as the stove had to be closed up to spray.
So anyway, The photos I have from back then are small and pretty blurry from all the overspray that was in the air that day and I was headed to the bus starting at 5:00am I never took any after shots in the light, but he’s got it for sale now and sent me a few photos taken last week. He drove it from 16 till sometime after he finished and went overseas and then it went uncovered into a barn where it got sh*t on by pigeons and subjected to Canadian prairie temperatures for over 20 years.
It’s pretty special to me as it was the first vehicle I ever painted, I was only allowed to shoot primer in school. He mailed me to ask if I wanted it a few months ago before he puts it on Kijiji, but I just can’t take something like this on now. It’s got the original power train and interior and still drives. I just don’t have a place to put it and Armstrong steering and 6V lights don’t appeal to me much anymore.
For 34 year old paint on a 69 year old body I’d say it’s held up pretty well, I wonder where it will be in another 34 years:wondering
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