Re: The optimist
I have had to wait a while until the chaps at the classic car restoration specialists whose services I have been using would let me bring my car to them for final fettling prior to the TÜV (MOT) inspection. This time of year they always have a lot of work to do, so I can understand their not prioritising me. In between jobs on far wealthier clients cars the chief mechanic found the time last week to help me sort out various electrical gremlins, so that now all lights illuminate properly, and everything in the instrument panel performs correctly. Mostly a matter of cleaning up bullet connections, which was satisfyingly easy to achieve.
However, on the downside, after noticing some fresh bird droppings on the roof of the car whilst it was being stored indoors (this time of year the sparrows and swallows are nesting, and are hard to keep out of garages!), I had it out into the sunshine for a wash. After a splish splosh of warm water and washing up liquid, and a chamois off, I sat down and, from a distance, contemplated my... Harlequin paintwork!
It honestly hadn't been apparent to me whilst I spent the best part of three months in my strip light-lit lock-up bolting my car back together that the paintwork had such glaring inconsistencies. I'm not talking about 'nuances' here, I'm talking about the passenger side front wing and front door being a very different hue to the rear passenger door and rear passenger wing. A bonnet scoop quite different in colour from the bonnet to which it is attached. A front windscreen closing panel in a shade much lighter than the bonnet. A rear decker panel that differs from the bootlid. I could continue. If I'm generous, I would say I can count three distinct shades. If I am really picky, that could be expanded to include five tonal variations.
NOT the consistent single shade known as Admiralty Blue by the Rover Motor Company and its clients.
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if the company who mixed and sold me the paint, in two batches (first 5 litres, then 2 litres more), now give me a 7 litre pot of new stuff, gratis, which is the best offer I could really expect from them, it is extremely unlikely that the paintshop who applied it will do the whole spray job again for nowt. I don't have the money to pay them, nor anyone else, to apply a new coat of colour. Frankly, I won't pay twice for a job not done properly in the first place. Neither do I actually have the time to strip down and subsequently re-assemble the car once more, and neither do the chaps at the classic car garage, nor the guys at the paintshop.
Nobody, neither paint supplier, nor paintshop, nor the fellow who recommended the former two businesses to me, want to accept responsibilty. This is the worst imagineable scenario. To say I am gutted doesn't really express where I'm at.
I dare say the paintshop wouldn't have given any of the Lamborghinis, Bentleys, Maseratis etc. that I saw there undergoing body repair back to their respective owners with as many shades of colour on as my car has been coated in. I further doubt that any of the better-heeled and longer-standing clients of the classic car garage who've been helping me would have had their various cars returned to them with such a multitude of tonal variations in body colouring. I wonder if this is due to my being mild mannered, physically unimposing, of British origin, not deep of pocket, and oft to be seen with a 'jazz' cigarette to my lips, or any combination of the above? If I were built like a Klitschko, or attired in Brioni, would this have taken place? Really?
I am fully cogniscent of the fact that my vanity project serves only to stroke my ego, and that my monomaniacal obsession with my car restoration has somewhat eclipsed my grasp of reality. I am aware that other people have much bigger problems to contend with (get well Richard Webmaster! Thinking of you and yours, good sir), I just wanted to express myself on here because I really am very very disappointed, not to say apoplectic.
I am waiting to hear how the situation will now be resolved, and will keep y'all informed.
Enjoy the weekend. I'll try not to dwell on things, and ruminate on what I can learn from all this.