Aahhh! Your story makes me sick to my stomach, Joe!
I think about a story my dad told me. When he was in high school, he also painted his 1933 Plymouth dark green. He used a brush and painted it out in the street in front of his house in the middle of summer.
He said the sun's heat made the paint flow out so smoothly after application, you couldn't see any brush marks. He said it it looked so good, that people thought he had it professionally done or that he had bought a new car!
