Here's a paint job gone bad. It went bad not due to chemical reactions or tape lifting anything, but poor planning on my part. The goal was (still is) a silver model with Arctic red trim. Note to self: Put the color on first, put the silver on last. I knew I was in trouble when masking off the red areas for their white base coat. There was going to be no way to rub the white and then the red smooth without affecting the surrounding silver. Rather than stop there and retreat a few steps, I pressed on, hoping for the best. (Hoping for a miracle?) Lay it down thin and carefully and I may pull this one off. Stupid move. Wasted time and paint. Major reversal, and I'm pissed. The only good news is this one has no deadline.
So I've stripped off all the previous white and red - or the majority of it anyway - and will redo in the order it should have been done the first time. And it's not like I haven't faced a job just like this before. I will blame this fuck-up on my old age and the heat. It was awfully warm and humid last month. Distractingly unpleasant. Anyhow, onward and upward. As my friend Mike would tell me, "Aim High." More significantly, hit the target.