| You never know what might lurk on the floor of an authentic "surplus store", such as there is on Old Route 66 in Albuquerque. I was trying to find the mates to two intrigueing yellow-tipped rubber boots, and kept pulling deeper into the pile of abandoned gear on the floor. Finally I found what at first seemed to be a wad of green rubber. But there were boots stuck to the mass. I pried enough apart to find that it was an old chemical protective coverall, of a design I'd not found before. Took it back up to the counter in its original wadded condition, and was offered a very low price to take it off their hands.
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Back in my apartment, it took some persuasion and a good portion of a bottle of ArmorAll, to open the suit up enough to safely climb in it. You can't rush these things, you know! |
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| It's on up to my torso, now will I ever get those sleeves opened back up? |
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Looks like my right arm is about to find its way into the suit's sleeve. |
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| Appears as if I made it! Still a few adjustments to make, I reckon. |
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No I don't know what might be in there, but it seems to be operational as a suit! |
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| Well! This is a sudden change! I seem to have fallen into the tub in a mass of soap bubbles! |
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It appears that the great rubber suit soap-off is in progress! This seemed an important step towards continuing the restoration of a great old suit!! |
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| Now you're probably thinking about now that it would be a lot easier to throw the suit in the sink and start shoving at it. I ask you, would you do that to such an old trooper? There's no telling what sort of stories this old suit could tell, nor what indecencies it's formerly endured. I think personal, attentive cleaning is the only way to truly restore a proper rubberman/ rubbersuit relationship! |
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It seems we're about in the rinse cycle! How did I get the suit dry and restored on the inside? Memory fails at this time, but the suit's doing fine, thank you very much! |
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