I couldn't believe it. Here I was, in a hurry to leave, and I'd bent the lower-left panel of the garage door and popped off a wheel. I raised the door and inspected the damage. It didn't look too bad, so I tried to lower it so I could secure the garage and leave. I couldn't get it to lower. Finally, I walked across to the neighbor's and Terri knew just what to do: deactivate the motor and lower it manually. She and her daughter Madison walked back with me, pulled the cord, and the three of us tried to lower the door. CRASH!!! The upper-right panel came loose and the upper two wheels fell to the ground. Not good. So now it was just hanging there, looking really pathetic. No way to close this baby now.
I called Jeremy, he said he'd come out and we could go together. I'd just have to bring in the valuables, lock the entrance to my house, and hope nobody raided my Christmas decorations, paint, and memorabilia.
I got in my car to move it and suddenly heard the garage door moving again. NO! The remote was in my pocket and the button was pressed when I sat down. CRASH!!!!!! The door folded up onto itself, looking way more pathetic than before.

Central Garage had a guy at my place first thing today (Wednesday) to replace the door, only 38 hours after the incident. Great, huh? Well, it was great...but the wrong color.


