I haven't worked fiberglass in 40 years, back when my Dad was partnering around with Chester Kubes, a local body and fender man. We made pirogues in the back of Chester's shop, a duck boat that looked like a kayak, but with cajun overtones. We made them out of fiberglass and Chester sold a bunch of them. They were virtually indestructible and I occasionally see one locally that I know was made in Chester's shop.
When the squirrels ate a hole in my corn feeder, I decided to patch it with fiberglass and one thing led to another and I didn't get around to patching the hole until today. When I was mixing the resin with the hardener to saturate the fiberglass cloth, the smell wafted up and I was back in Chester's shop. It's funny how smells carry away the years, and it's been nearly 40 years since I first smelled fiberglass resin.
But, just for a while, I was a teenager again, in a body shop on Lee Street.