Finally. The last day painting or spraying is here. I’ve sprayed on the Rust-Oleum clear coat. Two layers of them. It’s lost some luster, but I guess it will be there with some polish later. I’ve been putting aside all the other evening routines for this darn project, and it’s nearly over.  I’m happy, but tired.  Tonight’s work took about 2 hours after another physically intensive keiko session of kendo this evening. I just want to take a shower and go to sleep, but I still have to wake up at 4 am tomorrow. Without daily morning swim sessions and kendo, I don’t think I could have continued finished this car paint project within 7 days while working full-time during weekdays and take on loads of ministry responsibilities during weekends.  I’m just thankful.  In spite of the good (paint) mask I was wearing my sensitive respiratory system reacted time to time.  The fume just isn’t good for anything, so if you’re doing something similar, I HIGHLY recommend a well-ventilated area, and a GOOD painting mask. Don’t compromise on safety, else you may end up with some bad stuff in your system that may even cause permanent damages, so use your common sense and care.  Here are some photos at the end of day 6. It’s nearly 12 am now.

I could have done a better job covering the windows, but no worries.  I just a scraper to scrape off the paint from windows and it’s good as a new.

Tomorrow, I may polish up the car… using Ultimate Compound perhaps.

I don’t know where I had the energy, but I came home after 2 hours of kendo (tonight’s keiko intensity was similar to an hour of aerobic exercises) then I quickly jumped into my old jeans and then brought the car out of the garage to start sanding. It was already dark (8:30 pm?), so I had to put my head-mounted light on.  The scratches on the car was surprisingly easier to see with the flashlight. I managed to sand down the entire car.  Instead of a good clean wash with water, I just wiped down the car with a good dose of mineral spirit with rags.  It’s good enough.  It felt like two hours had passed by, but when I checked the time, it was more like an hour and a half.  I stopped only because I felt physically exhausted and hungry.  I don’t remember what I had for dinner, but the pang in the stomach was starting to creep into my focus.  I just started taping the edges and then brought the car in.  The air was cool and nice tonight.

I’m sure someone striving for a perfection would easily spend several more days sanding.