An abyss. A darkness of mechanical inepitude and a troubled small engine rush towards us at near deafening speed. Silver, stainless wings flare out, and slowly, so slowly, we pull away from the gaping maw into the brilliantly colored vehicle sky.
Determined to keep rolling from the previous days of effort, I continued the trim work with great sucess. Almost started to rush the prep work so I forced myself to slow down and pace myself. It paid off. It's definitely not the painting that's hard work, it's the prep work.