After many years of preparing to paint my F-1 myself, I finally realized at 71 the odds were against it. I found someone who would paint it the way I wanted it done, but they were 400 miles away. I delivered it Labor day, thinking it's in paint jail now. Got a phone call Thursday, come and get it! So 800 miles later, it's home. Not show quality but I love it. It's not done but it's a whole lot easier to look at now. Picture was taken at a gas stop in scenic El Paso (Arkansas).