Earl's shop in the Philadelphia area had closed when I needed a reasonable paint job for two of my daily drivers. I sanded the cars down, removed the emblems, did the little body work that needed to be done and delivered them to Maaco. They taped sealed and painted. The cars came out great and lasted for years. But I missed out on having bragging rights to say I had a car painted by Earl Scheib!
Wait a minute. You're a car guy, and you would have bragged about having Earl Scheib paint your car?
Back in the day, mentioning Earl Scheib to a car guy invariably resulted in him groaning and rolling his eyes.
Anyone ever sanded an Earl Scheib paint job, the paint was like rubber, plug sanding disc. Some body shops would not work on them if painted by a ES.
The guy who mentored me on body work and paint said Earl's paint was incompatible with pretty much everything. So, the only thing you could do was to take it down to at least the factory primer, if not bare metal.
An Earl Scheib story for you:
I worked one summer with a guy who was about to start college at the same college I went to. He had a very worn '64 Chevy Bel Air that really needed a paint job (among other things). Having just finished high school, he didn't have much cash, and we were working for just a bit more than minimum wage.
Despite the limited life left in the car, he wanted it to at least look better (among other things, the carb had backfired and scorched the paint on the hood), so he decided to have Earl paint the car.
To save money, he paid a couple of goofballs we worked with do the pre-paint bodywork. That was mistake #1. When they finished, you could tell it was going to look bad once it was painted, and it most certainly did.
The car was a light brown, but he wanted it painted maroon. His dad took the car to Earl Scheib to have it painted. Earl's guys told him maroon was extra money. So, his dad had them paint it PLUM. Think a neon purple. Then think neon purple on top of some of the worst body work you've ever seen - like mounds of Bondo with sanding scratches that looked like they'd been carved with a machete, right in the middle of the hood.
The car was so butt-ugly, when he drove up, some of our coworkers would wave at him and shout, "taxi!".
Unfortunately, he'd spent all he could afford, so he took off that fall to college in that thing. Needless to say, there were a few jokes made about his car, and he did his best to grin and bear it. He drove it for 2 years before he actually gave the car away, and bought a nice low mileage '67 Nova. Another plus - the Nova had been painted maroon by GM.