And not for a million dollars, will I ever do this again. Today, I undercoated the car. From a creeper. While the car was on jack stands. With a small brush.
My cousin suggested undercoating the car to protect it from the elements, and help to hide any of the patches in the floor. And it would also make it look awesome and clean. He suggested using the same Herculiner truck bed coating I had used for the inside floor since I had some left over.
This job was long, tedious, back breaking, and very very messy.
First, I wire brushed and scraped the bottom of the car to get all the existing caked on gunk and rust off. Keeping the rust out of my eyes was hard. I know, I know…I should be using glasses, but it’s so hard to see and be sure I’m getting everything. Some one should really invite some nice, very clear safety eye-wear.
Second, I had to use Prepall to clean the surface before painting.
Then the painting began. Stirring the paint under the car, not easy. Painting in between every crevice, not easy. Reaching around everywhere, not easy. Staying clean, impossible.
After about 7 straight hours, I was done with one coat, and there will NOT be a second.
I had truck bed coating on my face, arms, legs, and in my hair. I had to shower with Gojo just to get it off my skin. My skin was so red and raw by the time I was done.
I had had enough.
