2001 - I was looking to have a '67 Chevelle painted with a complete color change. Had a hard time finding someone to do the work. Ended up being sent to a body shop, which looked pretty beaten up and more than a tad shady.
Inside were 5-6 Mexicans working and I asked for 'Randy'. One of them pointed to an old trailer 20 feet away. I knocked and saw Randy for the first time. He was mid 30's, wearing boxer shorts (it was 11:00 AM) and he obviously lifted weights. He had SS tats on his pecs and swastika's on each shoulder. I also saw what appeared to be knife scars.
He had been recommended by a friend I trusted, but was cautioned: "he actually does good work, but he scares some people away")
He looked at the car, explained what he would do and how he would paint the white competition stripes ('Three step process, never paint a stipe over color, you won't feel the transition my way') we wanted. He made sense, I liked what I heard and liked the price.
I was torn as to what to do, but went with Randy. It took about 6 weeks longer then promised, as he was arrested for a restraining order violation ('She's a F'n bitch, Its only 30 days, I can do that on my head').
Car came out absolutely gorgeous and for a great price!
Do you have a picture of the car, and do you mind posting it?