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Bondo - Evil Project

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Well well well, last night I continued my work on the evil art project. I noticed after priming and sanding the frame a few hundred times that I had some deep marks left by the Angle Grinder of Death (AGD) that the filler primer I was using just couldn't handle. So really there was only one thing I could think of - Bondo

Let me first say that this whole project has been an adventure. Each aspect of this project has been an education, since I am constantly being faced with problems whose solutions I know intellectually but not in practice.

Bondo is just that.

I know in theory what to do and how to do but last night as I attempted it I had no idea how to really do what I was trying to do. I learn fast. After many a mistake and having to start over twice I got the effect I was looking for.

Deep scratches and cuts from AGD - Gone
Dents from dropping the frame - Gone
Pinholes from cutting off braze ons - Filled
Brain cells - Dead

Yeah if you wonder about that last one let me just say that the fumes that this puts off are formidable and thankfully I was outside at the time, otherwise I'm pretty sure I would still be there staring at all the pretty colors. Even with being outside there were a few moments where I had to remind myself that I really can't fly and no the grass under the balcony did not look soft and fluffy

Bike Junkie

Photo Credit: East Faust

Me: Hello my name is DbackLover and I'm an addict.

Everyone: Hello Dback

Me: It all started a few years ago when I decided to buy a schwinn bike from Wal-Mart. It was a good bike, I started the way everyone else does. Riding around the block, to the store, to church, you know the short fun trips that just work out well on the bike.

If I could of left it there things would probably have been ok, but you all know that with a problem like this you don't just leave it there.

Everyone: We know! We Know!

Me: Soon I riding my bike to town and back. Even this started out as nothing major, one day a week just for fun, but one day became two, became three, became all week, and the weekends. I felt so ashamed, I was never at home. I can't tell you the number of television programs that have gone unwatched.

Everyone: (Looking down in shame)

Me: That's not all either, I can't even begin to count the financial cost. Just the amount of money I have had to spend replacing my really fat clothes with simply fat clothes. I'm here to tell you that it all adds up quick. I don't even want to think about how much it is going to cost me to live those extra years I am tacking onto the end of my life.

It's all just to much for me.

I need a hug