little wear, but nothing that needed to be fixed, and I wouldn’t
have to make a new one, which made me happy.
The
guys kept working on stripping down the car, checking parts, and making notes
on what needed to be done. I went in search of new batting and vinyl so I
could recover the seat. I couldn’t do the more artistic work, but I knew how
to do a simple recover, Saul had made sure of it. I finally found the
materials I needed, there was a small selection of colors to choose, and I
thought about my paint scheme while I picked what I wanted. When I had the
materials I needed, I headed back to our work area. Once there, I went through
one of the two toolboxes we were allowed to pack with what we thought we would
need and bring with us.
Liam
and Saul thought I had been crazy when I put my tools in there I would need to
recover a seat, but I had insisted, and now I was happy I had. I was in the
middle of cleaning the seat so I could apply the glue for the padding when I
glanced over and saw two of the three judges watching me.
“Scout,
what are you doing?” Paul Fineman asked.
“Recovering
this seat.”
“Have
you ever recovered a seat before?” asked Sterling.
I
glanced over at him and smirked, “Of course,” then went back to work.
“Why
recover the seat, instead of doing one of the more important things you could
be doing?”
“Well
I could be working on getting it ready to paint, but giving the car a beautiful
paint job doesn’t help your ass while sitting in it and using the car.”
They
nodded and wrote something down. I went back to work stripping the old glue.
I finally added the first layer of padding and left the seat to dry before
adding the second. The guys had finished tearing the car apart and were now
polishing, grinding, and fixing broken pieces.
“What
can I do?”
Liam
gestured towards the body of the car, “Start getting it ready for yourself,
already got the dents out.”
I
nodded and went to work sanding the shell of the car; I needed it smooth and
all the old paint, dirt, and just general age off it before I could paint. The
judges continued walking around, watching each team as they worked. The cameras
following them around, as well as us, was getting annoying. After an hour of
sanding, I stopped running my fingers against the metal, it was mostly
finished. I needed to wipe it down and go over it once more just to make sure.
I went back to the seat, added the second layer of padding, stretching it
around the first, and was happy with how it was turning it out. I left it to
let it finish drying overnight before I pulled the vinyl over it.
I
glanced up at the clock and saw that we had an hour left, just enough time to
finish getting this thing sanded. Tomorrow I would see if I needed to patch
any small dents, but today I wanted to get it shining. I wet down several rags
at the sink each station had and went to wiping down the shell, making sure no
grains of sand remained from the first sanding as well as any remaining dirt.
Once I was happy that it was clean, I went back over it with the electric
sander, making sure the edges were smooth and clean. I turned the sander off
just before the bell that marked time went off, I sighed and removed my
goggles.
I
looked around and was happy with all we had accomplished today. The broken
pieces had been fixed, everything was stripped, sanded, and ready for the next
stage. I smiled at my three teammates and we went to work cleaning everything
up, just like we did at our home shop.
We
all worked at Saul’s shop. He has a garage that fixes and restores old cars,
and then he has the shop we work at, fixing and restoring bikes. We also build
custom bikes, but it’s not our specialty, and Saul only lets us take on
projects when were slow with restorations.
Our
plan was to buy Saul out of the business eventually, continue with the
restorations but also take on more custom bikes, and stop repairs
have to make a new one, which made me happy.
The
guys kept working on stripping down the car, checking parts, and making notes
on what needed to be done. I went in search of new batting and vinyl so I
could recover the seat. I couldn’t do the more artistic work, but I knew how
to do a simple recover, Saul had made sure of it. I finally found the
materials I needed, there was a small selection of colors to choose, and I
thought about my paint scheme while I picked what I wanted. When I had the
materials I needed, I headed back to our work area. Once there, I went through
one of the two toolboxes we were allowed to pack with what we thought we would
need and bring with us.
Liam
and Saul thought I had been crazy when I put my tools in there I would need to
recover a seat, but I had insisted, and now I was happy I had. I was in the
middle of cleaning the seat so I could apply the glue for the padding when I
glanced over and saw two of the three judges watching me.
“Scout,
what are you doing?” Paul Fineman asked.
“Recovering
this seat.”
“Have
you ever recovered a seat before?” asked Sterling.
I
glanced over at him and smirked, “Of course,” then went back to work.
“Why
recover the seat, instead of doing one of the more important things you could
be doing?”
“Well
I could be working on getting it ready to paint, but giving the car a beautiful
paint job doesn’t help your ass while sitting in it and using the car.”
They
nodded and wrote something down. I went back to work stripping the old glue.
I finally added the first layer of padding and left the seat to dry before
adding the second. The guys had finished tearing the car apart and were now
polishing, grinding, and fixing broken pieces.
“What
can I do?”
Liam
gestured towards the body of the car, “Start getting it ready for yourself,
already got the dents out.”
I
nodded and went to work sanding the shell of the car; I needed it smooth and
all the old paint, dirt, and just general age off it before I could paint. The
judges continued walking around, watching each team as they worked. The cameras
following them around, as well as us, was getting annoying. After an hour of
sanding, I stopped running my fingers against the metal, it was mostly
finished. I needed to wipe it down and go over it once more just to make sure.
I went back to the seat, added the second layer of padding, stretching it
around the first, and was happy with how it was turning it out. I left it to
let it finish drying overnight before I pulled the vinyl over it.
I
glanced up at the clock and saw that we had an hour left, just enough time to
finish getting this thing sanded. Tomorrow I would see if I needed to patch
any small dents, but today I wanted to get it shining. I wet down several rags
at the sink each station had and went to wiping down the shell, making sure no
grains of sand remained from the first sanding as well as any remaining dirt.
Once I was happy that it was clean, I went back over it with the electric
sander, making sure the edges were smooth and clean. I turned the sander off
just before the bell that marked time went off, I sighed and removed my
goggles.
I
looked around and was happy with all we had accomplished today. The broken
pieces had been fixed, everything was stripped, sanded, and ready for the next
stage. I smiled at my three teammates and we went to work cleaning everything
up, just like we did at our home shop.
We
all worked at Saul’s shop. He has a garage that fixes and restores old cars,
and then he has the shop we work at, fixing and restoring bikes. We also build
custom bikes, but it’s not our specialty, and Saul only lets us take on
projects when were slow with restorations.
Our
plan was to buy Saul out of the business eventually, continue with the
restorations but also take on more custom bikes, and stop repairs
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