Hamburger fingers
Ya know, I pride myself on trying to test my limits and learn to do things that I'm not very good at. But I think it's backfired on me this time. I tried to repaint the side of my motorcycle myself--went on line to learn the steps, bought the perfect paint and other equipment and worked my butt off. Every time something went wrong, like when the paint gun clogged or I forgot to adjust the settings so that it poured over my bike like Niagara Falls vomiting, I'd have to start again. I musta spent 400 dollars on paint and other sundries. Still it looks like crap. I had it in pretty good shape after the final base coat, but the clear coat reacted with it and the whole thing looks like the aftermath of Krakatoa when the lava barely cooled down. My fingers are so soar from sanding and using chemicals to erase the mistakes, my brain has melted from whiffing god only knows what, and my back feels like a hundred baboons have been playing hopscotch on it. The sad thing, though, is that my husband foudn a place down the road that will fix the whole thing professionally for only 70 dollars!! Dammit all to Hell!!!!! I nevedr want to see a can of paint again for as long as I live!