After we finished unloading from our marching band competition last night (9/29), we removed the left rear door of the Beast and transported it to my dad's garage. There it spent the night, preparing itself for what was to come.
At noon today (9/30) I called Greg, who was still asleep. I talked to his mom and she said that she would let him know I called. Around 1:15pm I decided that we needed to get started, whether or not Greg was conscious. On the way to my dad's house I picked up Audrey, who decided she was going to be aid the efforts of the few, the proud, the mundane. We then went to Godfather's Pizza to get a pepperoni pizza for lunch for us all. After paying 2 times what any pizza is worth and giving my name as 'Sparticus', we sat down and waited for roughly 20 minutes while they must have forgotten how to make pizza. Finally being the owners of a nicely lukewarm pepperoni pizza, we continued onward to my dad's house.
Once there, I called Jason's cell. I told him to come over as soon as he could so we could start working, and at the end of the call I got a beep-in, and it was none other than sleeping beauty himself! The whole team was on their way, so Audrey and I set about to getting things ready and singing to Sherry Underwood. My dad had requested we do the sanding out back under the patio today so that the dust wouldn't get all over the garage this time. We got everything set up and Greg showed up. We decided to get started while we waited for Jason. About 20 minutes into working, I realized that Jason had no idea we would be in the backyard. I went inside to give him a call, and as I did I flipped through the caller ID and saw that he had tried to call about 10 minutes earlier. Thus I walked out the front door and saw a very confused looking Jason sitting in his car trying to call someone. Team Awesome had finally assembled, that door was going down.
Another 20 minutes or so into working, we decide we should call Blake and see if he wanted to help again. He suggested that we bring the door up to his house so we could use the oscillating compressed air powered sander. This sounded pretty, awesome, except for the transporting the door part. We took a few minutes to weigh out the options, and then opted for giving Blake's house a shot. A few more minutes of debate yielded the decision that Greg and Jason would drive the door up to Blake's house while Audrey and I ran out to get more primer before meeting them up at Blake's when we were done.
Arriving at Baxter's to buy the primer, we walked inside and grabbed what we needed. When I got up to the front desk and one of the guys saw me with the aerosol cans, he asked me if I was 18. I told him no, and he informed me that I couldn't buy the primer. Luckily, I'm on a first name basis with about 80% of the staff in that location, so the guy next to him said that if they didn't let me buy it, my dad would come in and kick their asses. Probably true, but it was humorous anyways. After getting my promise that I wouldn't be huffing any of it, we were on our way to Blake's house.
Driving up to Blake's I had been expecting to show up and find the three man team hard at work sanding the door in our absense. How narrow minded of me. When Audrey and I pulled into the driveway, they all came around the corner and announced they had spent the whole time waiting for us shooting things with Blake's air soft guns. Good work team, good work. After a short unloading period we had the door out and on the floor of Blake's garage. Blake's dad gave us a lesson on using the oscillating sander and let us all try our hand at it. It was nice in the sense that it was a good amount faster than hand sanding. It was quite lame in the sense that it only one person could use it at a time, so four of us were just standing around watching. After we felt like the door was sanded best as we could with the oscillating sander, we switched back to good old hand sanding. We were feeling pretty well practiced this time around, so there wasn't too much worry about us. That was, until Blake's dad saw what kind of primer we were planning on spraying it with. The following conversation forever shaped the project, the process, and the result more than anything to date.
Mr. Hampton informed us that what we were using was very cheap primer (we knew this, but not the next parts) and that the paint would not stick to it well. This would mean that in a year or two, the paint would literally start peeling off of the car. This was very bad news. Particularly since we had already dumped a can and a half onto the door we thought we were 'finished' with. Now this didn't seem like too big a thing to fix, we would just get better primer right? Sort of. Good automotive primers don't come in rattlecans. The have to be used with compressed air spray bottles. This wouldn't be such a big deal if they weren't so intensely messy and prone to over-shooting. This also meant we had a few more problems to deal with. One was getting our hands on a spray bottle, two was finding a facility to make use of these products, and three was finding out what Mr. Bundy wanted, seeing as it was his car and all. So we figured we would knock out as many of these issues as we could.
We had Jason call Mr. Bundy and let him know what was going down. He talked directly with Mr. Hampton and the rest of us, and was very receptive to the advice of someone who knew what they were doing. He offered that we could set up a small improvised door painting booth at his place once all of the doors were ready. Two problems down, now we just had to find a spray bottle and just how much this primer was going to cost. As it turns out, Mr. Hampton generously offered us the use of a spray bottle of his, so all we had left to do was figure out the primer problem. Audrey and I went into the house to use phone books to find the number of a paint place Mr. Hampton recommended. After a few minutes of searching, we found the number and gave them a call. Of course they wouldn't be open on a Sunday, how foolish of us! Now we were back to finishing the sanding job.
As we all started back in on the hand sanding, things got a little bit hilarious. Blake mentioned that Jason's cinematic photography style was liken to that of a FPS (First Person Sander). Greg, Blake, Jason and I then spent the next hour and a half talking about our plights in our favorites FPSMMO (First Person Sander Massively Multiplayer Online game): Sanding Crusade. Along with guest topics such as rubber javelin throwing in the 2008 summer Olympics and the next Grand Theft Auto: Sri Lanka. It was honestly probably the funniest conversation I have ever been a part of. Here are a few of the exceprts, as I recall them.
I’m a level 50 Mage Sander dual wielding oscillating sanders!
Ohhh…. I must have sanded my legs off. I was in first person mode you know.
I heard someone even sanded their sanding arm off, they had screen shots.
Vice City: Sri Lanka, you hijak wooden carts and oxen while the police chase you on tricycles with hand-crank sirens, but they can’t ride and crank, so they have to keep stopping to crank it. When they do catch you they charge you with a misdemeanor.
Rubber javelin throwing at the 2008 Sri Lanka summer Olympics, throw the javelin at a cop, see how far you can get it to bounce back off of them, divide that by the number of misdemeanors you’ve received in the last 11 months and multiply by the amount of rupies you have.
At the end of all of this, it was about 6:20pm and I had to head home for dinner. I took Audrey home on the way, and all was merry. Later that night I went back to my dad's house to clean up some of the stuff we had left out. When I opened the garage door, I was very surprised to see Mr. Bundy's door laying in my garage. I had thought we had agreed to leave it with Greg, and was very confused as to why it was in my garage, and how it even got there in the first place. I called Jason and he let me know that they had decided that it would be the best place to keep it for now, and that my dad had let them into the garage when they showed up with the door. That cleared things up a bit.
At noon today (9/30) I called Greg, who was still asleep. I talked to his mom and she said that she would let him know I called. Around 1:15pm I decided that we needed to get started, whether or not Greg was conscious. On the way to my dad's house I picked up Audrey, who decided she was going to be aid the efforts of the few, the proud, the mundane. We then went to Godfather's Pizza to get a pepperoni pizza for lunch for us all. After paying 2 times what any pizza is worth and giving my name as 'Sparticus', we sat down and waited for roughly 20 minutes while they must have forgotten how to make pizza. Finally being the owners of a nicely lukewarm pepperoni pizza, we continued onward to my dad's house.
Once there, I called Jason's cell. I told him to come over as soon as he could so we could start working, and at the end of the call I got a beep-in, and it was none other than sleeping beauty himself! The whole team was on their way, so Audrey and I set about to getting things ready and singing to Sherry Underwood. My dad had requested we do the sanding out back under the patio today so that the dust wouldn't get all over the garage this time. We got everything set up and Greg showed up. We decided to get started while we waited for Jason. About 20 minutes into working, I realized that Jason had no idea we would be in the backyard. I went inside to give him a call, and as I did I flipped through the caller ID and saw that he had tried to call about 10 minutes earlier. Thus I walked out the front door and saw a very confused looking Jason sitting in his car trying to call someone. Team Awesome had finally assembled, that door was going down.
Another 20 minutes or so into working, we decide we should call Blake and see if he wanted to help again. He suggested that we bring the door up to his house so we could use the oscillating compressed air powered sander. This sounded pretty, awesome, except for the transporting the door part. We took a few minutes to weigh out the options, and then opted for giving Blake's house a shot. A few more minutes of debate yielded the decision that Greg and Jason would drive the door up to Blake's house while Audrey and I ran out to get more primer before meeting them up at Blake's when we were done.
Arriving at Baxter's to buy the primer, we walked inside and grabbed what we needed. When I got up to the front desk and one of the guys saw me with the aerosol cans, he asked me if I was 18. I told him no, and he informed me that I couldn't buy the primer. Luckily, I'm on a first name basis with about 80% of the staff in that location, so the guy next to him said that if they didn't let me buy it, my dad would come in and kick their asses. Probably true, but it was humorous anyways. After getting my promise that I wouldn't be huffing any of it, we were on our way to Blake's house.
Driving up to Blake's I had been expecting to show up and find the three man team hard at work sanding the door in our absense. How narrow minded of me. When Audrey and I pulled into the driveway, they all came around the corner and announced they had spent the whole time waiting for us shooting things with Blake's air soft guns. Good work team, good work. After a short unloading period we had the door out and on the floor of Blake's garage. Blake's dad gave us a lesson on using the oscillating sander and let us all try our hand at it. It was nice in the sense that it was a good amount faster than hand sanding. It was quite lame in the sense that it only one person could use it at a time, so four of us were just standing around watching. After we felt like the door was sanded best as we could with the oscillating sander, we switched back to good old hand sanding. We were feeling pretty well practiced this time around, so there wasn't too much worry about us. That was, until Blake's dad saw what kind of primer we were planning on spraying it with. The following conversation forever shaped the project, the process, and the result more than anything to date.
Mr. Hampton informed us that what we were using was very cheap primer (we knew this, but not the next parts) and that the paint would not stick to it well. This would mean that in a year or two, the paint would literally start peeling off of the car. This was very bad news. Particularly since we had already dumped a can and a half onto the door we thought we were 'finished' with. Now this didn't seem like too big a thing to fix, we would just get better primer right? Sort of. Good automotive primers don't come in rattlecans. The have to be used with compressed air spray bottles. This wouldn't be such a big deal if they weren't so intensely messy and prone to over-shooting. This also meant we had a few more problems to deal with. One was getting our hands on a spray bottle, two was finding a facility to make use of these products, and three was finding out what Mr. Bundy wanted, seeing as it was his car and all. So we figured we would knock out as many of these issues as we could.
We had Jason call Mr. Bundy and let him know what was going down. He talked directly with Mr. Hampton and the rest of us, and was very receptive to the advice of someone who knew what they were doing. He offered that we could set up a small improvised door painting booth at his place once all of the doors were ready. Two problems down, now we just had to find a spray bottle and just how much this primer was going to cost. As it turns out, Mr. Hampton generously offered us the use of a spray bottle of his, so all we had left to do was figure out the primer problem. Audrey and I went into the house to use phone books to find the number of a paint place Mr. Hampton recommended. After a few minutes of searching, we found the number and gave them a call. Of course they wouldn't be open on a Sunday, how foolish of us! Now we were back to finishing the sanding job.
As we all started back in on the hand sanding, things got a little bit hilarious. Blake mentioned that Jason's cinematic photography style was liken to that of a FPS (First Person Sander). Greg, Blake, Jason and I then spent the next hour and a half talking about our plights in our favorites FPSMMO (First Person Sander Massively Multiplayer Online game): Sanding Crusade. Along with guest topics such as rubber javelin throwing in the 2008 summer Olympics and the next Grand Theft Auto: Sri Lanka. It was honestly probably the funniest conversation I have ever been a part of. Here are a few of the exceprts, as I recall them.
I’m a level 50 Mage Sander dual wielding oscillating sanders!
Ohhh…. I must have sanded my legs off. I was in first person mode you know.
I heard someone even sanded their sanding arm off, they had screen shots.
Vice City: Sri Lanka, you hijak wooden carts and oxen while the police chase you on tricycles with hand-crank sirens, but they can’t ride and crank, so they have to keep stopping to crank it. When they do catch you they charge you with a misdemeanor.
Rubber javelin throwing at the 2008 Sri Lanka summer Olympics, throw the javelin at a cop, see how far you can get it to bounce back off of them, divide that by the number of misdemeanors you’ve received in the last 11 months and multiply by the amount of rupies you have.
At the end of all of this, it was about 6:20pm and I had to head home for dinner. I took Audrey home on the way, and all was merry. Later that night I went back to my dad's house to clean up some of the stuff we had left out. When I opened the garage door, I was very surprised to see Mr. Bundy's door laying in my garage. I had thought we had agreed to leave it with Greg, and was very confused as to why it was in my garage, and how it even got there in the first place. I called Jason and he let me know that they had decided that it would be the best place to keep it for now, and that my dad had let them into the garage when they showed up with the door. That cleared things up a bit. As it stands now, we possess one very well sanded door, but we lack the means to properly prime it. Stay tuned for updates as we try and figure out what the hell we're doing. Mazeltov.
