I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.
Finally finished layering and sanding the filler and sprayed a layer of red oxide over the lot. The door had warped a lot from the heat of the welding and the filling had to cover a lot more area than I first imagined. The ugly weld on the side pressing still has to be smoothed and filled. The once sliding door is almost a thing of the past - this side is starting to look as if it was originally made this way. I'm worn out and sore, and this is nothing compared to the mess of the front end that I have to do next ...
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