The Bones

Gutting & Cleaning. We needed to take the Sub to its bones.

Jake powered away for most of his Friday, gutting the sub of its cargo paneling. He had to grind out rivets and remove holds.

I showed up after work, ready to drink a beer and be motivational support. I excel at motivational support.

Saturday morning, we showed up bright and early (read: around noon) at our local Big Orange for some serious supplies. We were ready to get to it and our goal for the end of the day was to have the van deep cleaned and primed, ready for flooring the next day.

Leinie captained us around the store and we got wood, insulation boards, adhesive, caulk, painting supplies and primer.

Next up was the good ol’ Costco for cleaning rags, beer provisions, and gas. Man, we were killing it so far.

We arrived to the shop at a reasonable drinking time to begin the cleaning process. Beers open, rags handed out, scrubber in hand. We sprayed, we scrubbed, we wiped. Jake found more rivets to pull. Leinie supervised. I tried not to vomit at the sheer amount of dirt and grime.

Half our beer gone, the sun setting and we had only just started to finish the deep clean. I had flecks of stuff I did not care to know the identity of in my hair, clothes and likely mouth. I despise cleaning dishes at home and I was over cleaning the sub, my patience for the not fun part waning. This build was supposed to be fun. I’m not dumb or naive, I know its not all sunshine and rainbows. I just didn’t expect the first day to suck so much. Our timeline was trashed. The sheer amount of work was setting it, overwhelming my brain. I said as much to Jake and went to bed salty and disappointed in the experience.

Next step: the floor.