With God as my witness, I'll never do floor pans again (on my knees shaking a turnip at the sky). Man o Man, all this work and now I'll cover it up. After doing my first pan I felt proud. Look how solid, look how clean, think of the money I saved doing my self. After the second pan I thought, I sure am tired of this cutting wheel, at least my welds are getting better. After the 3rd pan I wondered if I couldn't have just fiberglassed this one. After the 4th pan I wondered if my knuckle was broken or just chipped. Good God! I guess I'm glad I saved the ole car. But I'm really thankful that my convertible doesn't appear to need any of this drudgery. Well, it doesn't appear to. Both my knees have been hurting for 3 days now from spending 4 hours last weekend on them on concrete drilling, cutting, then welding. And I know I need to get under the car and clean up what I've done from there.
I've got a friend with a 70 coupe that has been asking me if I would do his pans. Well, tough cookies. Maybe for $1,000, but he'd balk at that and then we wouldn't be friends anymore.
I actually enjoyed replacing the battery apron, and I'm looking forward to patching my radio hole and even working on the holes where the vinyl top rusted out the roof. But this crawling around, kneeling and bending at the waist for 4 weeks BS just blows!
MAN I'M GLAD THAT'S BEHIND ME!
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66 C-code convertible
66 C-code coupe
65 GTO hardtop
76 Nova hatchback