Anyone who’s ever restored a car knows its a project fraught with as much frustration as joy. In my case, it took seven months of gentle urging, pleading and, finally anger before the promised two- to three-month paint job was mostly done. I brought the car home on a flatbed tow truck — in the first rain of the year — wearing its new 501 red paint, windowless, without lights or trim, with a few shop-induced trim and wiring issues to correct. The paint was — and still is — terrific after 12 years (2002-2014). I’m delighted with the end result, but am glad the shop is no longer in business so I don’t have the dilemma of what to say when someone asks for a referral.
As you can see in the photos below, my always garaged, never rusted or bashed California car was stripped to metal, then meticulously worked to make sure that the surfaces were perfectly smooth and ripple free.
