In an effort to return his equipment in a timely manner I started blasting at around 10:00am. (As a side note, I try to be polite and hold off on using equipment that is loud until 10:00am and I cut it off at 8:00pm.) I sand blast for about 15 minutes and then use the grinder for about 15 minutes. I do this in order to allow the air compressors time to cool down. My chair came by to air up his tires (because I had his compressor. This made me feel like crap for having his equipment. I would be irritated if I had to drive across town to use my own equipment, and he was far more magnanimous about the situation than I may have been.) before going on a road trip with his family.
My chair loved my set-up and my system of allowing the equipment to cool (the grinder gets hot also.) recapture the sand, and minimize the downtime between cycles. He came right as I was about to run out of sand and it was an opportune time to stop and rest a bit. Apparently the undercoating that I stripped off had stuck in my two day shadow and the silt from the sand blaster had covered every inch of my body. He told me I was dirty and I told him that I had gathered as much. When I came in at the end of the day I tool a look at myself in the mirror and I was shocked. I have been dirtier in my life, but this had to have ranked in the top 10 for sure.
So that is enough rambling from me. I know what you are here for. Here are the pictures of the tub being blasted of rust and paint. I hope to have it in the garage by the end of this weekend. By the way, it is late and I have not proofed this. Please just ignore any typos and the like.





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