Current paint option

[Tony Griffiths]

Derek, I have painted 4 cars in cellulose over the past 25 years, using a very basic ancient compressor. Cellulose is easy to rectify if you get it wrong and minor defects can be compounded out. I have just finished spraying a 1961 Land Rover for my daughter and son in law, using enamel from Paintman Paints. As it’s a Land Rover I haven’t gone for a perfect finish but I am pleased with the paint. Very similar to the old Tekaloid. I have no intention of ever using 2 pack as I don’t have the necessary breathing equipment.
A friend has a chummy professionally done in 2 pack and the finish is superb.
For a commercial vehicle perhaps they might have been painted in enamel at that time.
Cheers,
Dave.

Paint? Paint? All you need is a tin of Valspar and a brush - well according to Tommy: Aged 14, I had a Saturday job in a tiny, two-man garage off Khartoum Road where (with other dreadful tricks) I "was learnt" by Tommy (as they said in Sheffield) how to prepare a 'dodgy motor' for sale. Paint, time of year, the correct day and time of day; price and location were essential. A tin of Valspar brushed on; November to February; rain forecast for a Thursday (payday); classified ad in "The Star" with an under-the-market-price; park under a street light - and bingo! a quick sale.
Now Tommy wasn't all bad, and a hard worker. His daily car was a crashed-and-rebuilt Vauxhall Cresta like this: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c...262_cc.JPG When asked why he ran that model the reply was concise, "It gets the ladies." As 20,000 miles were coming up, he declared, "Time to change the big-end and mains shells". Consequently, one Saturday afternoon staring at 2 o'clock, we took the engine out , removed the sump and, by using a split pin in the crankshaft oil holes, turned out the shells by rotating the flywheel. By six the job was done and Tommy, suitably spruced up, announced, "Time for me tea and a chocolate biscuit." and disappeared across the road to Mrs Granger's. whose husband had just departed (on his rather fine V-twin BSA and sidecar), for his night shift. As a callow 14-year old, it took me a while to realise that visits to Mrs. Granger's for 'tea and chocolate biscuits' was not the only thing he went for.