It's a beautiful day out today, I was in my relatively dark basement working on this model car when I realized all of a sudden the model sucked and I was wasting my time. I pulled off the wheels and tires--those looked good to me, and put the model down on the floor. Then I went upstairs, put some shoes on, came back downstairs and smashed it under my foot--3 good stomps and it was in pieces. What you see is most of what is left.
I have mixed feelings about doing this. On the one hand, the 2 part clear and reacted poorly with the decals as it gassed out, and the surface of the decals had become rough and pitted. This meant the finished build would never be up to what I have now come to expect of myself. I could see myself spending a lot more time and effort trying to "fix" this and never being happy with the results, so it was time to stop and move on to something else.
In addition to the decals, which once looked so good, now looking crappy; the general fit of the hood was off; the stance wasn't what I wanted; the engine compartment seemed too far off the 1:1 car; I could go on and on. I am not up for taking "favorable pictures" of my work or retouching photos. For better or worse, as I have gotten better at this stupid hobby, my own standards have gone up, and I won't waste time continuing to work on something I know I won't like when it's done.
The only thing left to do is move on. So this kit won't see the light of day. So what--there are lots of other kits to build. But along with the happy memories of building when I was very young, there were painful ones too, and maybe I did this so I could experience the latter. I have to think about that.