It’s perfect. I love doing more intricate painting where as Garrett is happy to get down with a roller and get it over with. Personally, I can’t stand rolling on paint. The feel of the brush, simple in your hand, is oddly satisfying. Learning how to make a straight, clean line without tape (because I also hate taping) using a shitty chip brush makes me feel complete.
I slowly cut in the waterline while Garrett ran around me like a mad man rolling on primer. Hoffa was away on a job so it was back to the basics and just the two of us. Garrett and I have an odd but harmonious work style. It’s about the only time I shut up. Few words are spoken and we each go about our tasks. Somehow we’ve found our opposite, filling in each others blanks.
^Everyday he looks more and more like a “normal” boatbuilder^
Garrett tackled the rudder in, I’m not kidding you, a single day. A breaker has flipped in a very awesome way. Noticing, all of a sudden, the sun is shinning and the the tar in the air smells sweet.
You’ve got the plans. The ruff stock. Shaped. Second layer. BINGO!
Glued together with epoxy and mechanically fastened. Ready for some steel strapping, pintles and gudgeons but we’ll have to find a welder first.