My Dad is the all-time greatest! Other people see junk half buried in mud on some remote hillside and drive on by. Not my dad. My dad drives back because, and I quote, “it’d look nice your garage.” He knows me so well! Now, look what I have!
Squee-age!!!
The plan is to rip off all of the backing, replace the plastic sheet numbers with ones I create, and hang it over my work bench. I’m leaving the rust. Partly because it looks perfect as it is and partly mostly because I’m lazy. I have high hopes for this piece of Americana. It’s going to help my garage be cool. Which will help me be cool. Even if only in my mind.
