My boy outgrew this Radio Flyer push-car, and aside from the weathering, it was still in great shape.
Still, you hate to give it to somebody else in that faded condition, so we went to work giving it a half-assed custom paint job.
First order of biz, have the boy hose her down. Two seconds after I took this photo he turned the hose on me.
Together we cut flame shaped masks out of frisket and put masking tape on the steering column.
Daddy's lungs are already wrecked, so I took the acetone hit at the makeshift spray-booth.
The next day we reaped our reward. The payoff of unwrapping the faded flyer to find a flamed out cherry-red ride underneath was very satisfying.
Too good to give away? Nah. Pay that shit forward.