degrease, de-glitz, de-glamour

May rolled into June and we had a date with the sandblaster. Armed with flat-headed prying tools, a gassed up pressure washer, and gloves so as not to touch anything icky, Tim and I got to work prepping Betty for her big date. We stripped her of all her glitz, pulled what seemed like a million random parts out of the floor-less trunk, hosed the gal down and sent her on her way. -SB



All that crap in the tote came out of the trunk. Interior parts, exhaust manifolds for other cars, fuel pumps, bolts, the gas tank, emblems, and a big ole' piece of sheet metal covering the gaping hole in the trunk. -TH