After I posted to the blog yesterday, Donna and I went for a bike ride. We did a lap on Fiesta Island then rode past Sea World and Dana Landing. We completed the loop by following the Bay Walk around Mission Bay back to the RV park. By the time we finished our ride, it was time for lunch.
After lunch, my project for the day was painting the floor of our new cargo trailer. The trailer floor is coated on the outside, underneath the trailer. I like to seal the floor on the inside. It makes the floor more durable and doesn’t allow spilled liquids to soak in and weaken the plywood. For this project I bought Glidden Porch and Floor paint, a paint brush and a cheap roller with tray.
I started by sweeping the trailer and cleaning the floor.
Bare floor
Then I masked areas I didn’t want to paint with blue painter’s tape. This took about an hour.
Masked with blue painter’s tape
I used a paint brush to work around the edges and any areas that would hard to reach with a roller. Then I used the roller to complete the job.
The wet paint looks more blue than gray in this photo.
I was surprised at how well the Glidden Porch and Floor paint covered the plywood. When I painted the floor of our last trailer, I used a Valspar paint. The plywood soaked up so much of that paint, I needed two gallons to complete the job. The Glidden paint covered so well that I was able to apply two coats of paint with only one gallon!
Job done!
I bought two gallons of the paint, anticipating a similar result as the last time. I’ll return one gallon to Walmart – $25 bonus!
The entire job took about two and a half hours. Most of the time I was either sitting and leaning forward as I taped or used the paint brush or I was standing, bending down to use the roller on the floor. By the time I was finished, I could hardly straighten up. I had pretty bad lower back pain for the rest of the day.
Donna prepared Baja style blackened tilapia fish tacos for dinner. The were so good, I imagined I was down in San Felipe.
Baja style fish tacos
I told Donna about the time my friend Jimbo and I rode our bicycles from Mexicali to San Felipe. San Felipe is a little fishing village on the east side of Baja California on the Gulf of California. We made the 120 mile ride and were famished. We each ate half a dozen fish tacos and washed them down with an equal number of beers. This was back when the dollar was king and the peso de-valued. I think our bill came out to couple of bucks each.
This morning I still have a backache. I think I’ll take it easy today.