To my eyes back in the early 1960s, it looked like a candy mix, and DEFINITELY not flake. It was entered in the Toledo Autorama back in the late 1950s, and I remember one of the other judges (maybe the MOST respected body men in Toledo) coming up to me grinning and bleary-eyed on Sunday morning. He'd spent all night going over the Grasshopper with a portable spotlight because he knew "there's no such thing as a PERFECT paint job". But the A brothers looked like they'd pulled it off. About 4:30 in the morning, armed with his light source, he told me he'd found a small run/puddle on the top of the gas tank, hidden from any public view.
He could then go on to judge it "best paint" without the worry that someone somewhere had achieved the impossible -- the "perfect" paint job.
He could then go on to judge it "best paint" without the worry that someone somewhere had achieved the impossible -- the "perfect" paint job.