Hood not fully sanded, door jams not done, steering wheel and tires not painted. Car’s reassembled and the front wheels point cross ways. Rear side windows are still a question mark. With a 6 hour deadline haunting over them. They brake up tackling individual jobs. Per lifting the car, Rabbe taking pain meds while wrenching. Bert-Ove has killing head ace. We can do this! WE WILL DO THIS!
The Headlights partnered back up with the bumpers. Dennis, Bert-Ove och Per thunders the pneumatic tool spinning the nuts in 200. Rabbe sands the hood and Samuel preps before spraying. He grounds the steering wheel and rims but gets no hood. He goes over to spray the door jambs but someone has taken away the masking. One step forward and two back. The masking wagon is rolled in again. Hands from all corners comes. Not a word is said. Everybody helps
everybody. Sam sprays and puts in the infra heater. He looks at Rabbe still sanding the hood like crazy. Dennis gets coffee served into the car. He refuses to leave it. Grinder just roaring. The stress gets under your skin. I go over to Rabbe to listen when the hood is..like…released…done. The big guy takes of his mask, stares me in the eye, and says wery calm and low:
-Sir …, long roofs and sweeping hoods says it all about the prepping. You are going to sit and watch