The name is Bond... James Bond.
I'm learning why people say that ignorance is bliss, and just how much can be covered with Bondo.
I finally procured a nice (well -- cheap, anyway) 4" angle grinder. Morbidly curious to see just how much damage the rust had done, I started attacking some of the rust "bubbles." Parts of it are better than I thought they would be, and other parts, well, let's just say they're a lot worse than I thought they would be. It looks like there's going to be a lot of body work ahead of me, not just floor pans. Here are some of the pictures.
This is the worst of it (so far).
Testing to see the extent of the filler.
Make that two side panels I'll be replacing.
Oh, did I mention I'll need to replace at least one of the heater channels?
Good thing Scott gave me his welder...
On the stereo tonight:
Lots of bondo dust. I have to start doing the grinding in the driveway.
Playing on the stereo tonight:
The Beach Boys Greatest Hits.
I'm thinking it's a good thing I put something upbeat on.
On a lighter note, I found two more wasps nests -- one in the left headlight, and one in the left front vent. I'm up to four nests now.