My wife stumbled across these dust-covered polaroids of our old van yesterday. This was how it looked when we bought it, with flames and a home-made paint job which was done with house paint.
The guy I bought it off, an old hippie in the middle of nowhere, was a professional painter and he’d done a better job of it than you’d maybe expect, but still didn’t look very good close up. It also had a tired but functional Danbury interior with a working hob and grill.
I eventually had it resprayed professionally and shortly afterwards sold it to a Scottish guy to fund the early bay I have now. He came down to Wales on the train and drove it back home.