One of the not so awesome things about my new old trailer is the layer of elastomeric roof sealant that previous owner has slathered onto the top roof panel, presumably to stop it from leaking. Technically speaking, this is not the best way to handle things, not that I personally would drill out, re-rivet, and reseal the entire panel either. With the damage already done and new drips appearing during the rain last week, the situation at hand left me with little choice but to follow their lead, and by me, I mean my friend Paul, who had the misfortune of asking what he could do to help just prior to the arrival of the cans of wretched white goo.
While I continued the plumbing marathon below, Paul swept, and scrubbed, and taped, and rolled, and rolled again. Paul emerging from the sky tainted zinc-white at the end of the day, I crawled blackened from the underworld to share a pair of well earned melted turkey sandwiches. 24 hours later the rains came and the roof didn't leak.
Thank you Paul!
While I continued the plumbing marathon below, Paul swept, and scrubbed, and taped, and rolled, and rolled again. Paul emerging from the sky tainted zinc-white at the end of the day, I crawled blackened from the underworld to share a pair of well earned melted turkey sandwiches. 24 hours later the rains came and the roof didn't leak.
Thank you Paul!
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