Here you see the work at the body shop and, at long last, the return
trip home
After seven months of gentle urging, pleading and, finally, anger my
promised two- to three-month paint job was mostly done.
I brought the car home on a flatbed tow truck -- in the first rain of the year
-- wearing its new 501 red paint, windowless, with
assorted lights and trim hanging on by threads, and with a botched new
headliner, thanks to a "friend" of the body shop who I
never met and still can't find. Next it was time for new upholstery, new
interior chrome, a refinished dash (away with that
peeling fake wood crap!), and a second new headliner.






