Roscoe, IL
So I'm restoring a Cyclone. Doing a fairly extensive restore on it, and I had to touch up the mystery wheel. First of all, it is already busted in the back. Finding a new wheel WITH a sticker on it is mission impossible. Speaking of the sticker, that was pretty badly scratched in a few places where a lot of white showed where it is supposed to be blue.
So out of desperation, I decided to go to Menards and have them color match the unsightly spot. This is where I meet my nemesis.
His name was Kyle. I told Kyle what it was that I had hoped to do, and he started asking question I could never know the answer to. "What kind of paint do you want?" I said, "whatever matches best with this. You see, I'm trying to restore this and I want it to be as close as I can." He said how he meant "Dutchboy" or "Paint... um... Brothers." Whatever the fuck paint companies there are. I obviously made that last one up. I told him how I didn't know. Just anything to match this as best as he could, and that he was the expert.
Before I continue this story, I'm a bit... how should I put it... eccentric. I like things to be nice and a certain way. I mean, my god, I'm painting a 34 year old wheel that nobody is ever gonna see for crying out loud.
He takes it from me, and after some blah blahs, he takes it to his machine. He is handling this unobtanium wheel with zero fucks. He scratches at the sticker a bit, trying to determine what to do. Inside I scream, but outwardly i said, "just be careful with this. I'm trying to restore this please." Like, the last thing I need is to touch up more and have it look even more like ass.
So good ol Kyle pushes the wheel up to the eye, and as it is pushing (gridning) against the metal he sorta spins it a few times. I am freaking out. He then looks at it and starts to PICK THE DECAL OFF. I said "Good God, don't DO that! Bro, for Christ sake I'm trying to restore it." After a lot more hamfistery, he drops it on the ground. Did I tell you it already was cracked? Like, why?
So I finally just pick but up off the floor and find the closest color in the swatches i could find. Truth be told, I didnt wish to see what this idiot's encore was going to be. I ask him to make that paint instead because I didnt wish to see what he would do next.
I... I guess that's the end of the story. No real climax or end. I guess the paint matches pretty well. I attached a pic so you can see how it's coming along.
Sydney
