Bob - we must be related - seems I always do stuff AFTER I should have done stuff, then I fix it and say "there, all done - Bob's yer uncle"
I'll NEVER be an "EXPERT" (In math.X is an unknown factor and a "SPURT" is just a drip - under pressure) Y2K F350 Longbox C.C. SRW, 2WD (BIG BLUE) 2004 COUGAR 295EFS Barry, Margie & Zeah - the "wonder" Sheltie
You do have a way with words! I had to LOL read'n this! Yeah, you definately have to share the other stories with us.
Wisdom is the right use of knowledge. To know is not to be wise. Many men know much, and are all the greater fools for it. There is no fool so great a fool as a knowing fool. But to know how to use knowledge is to have wisdom.
I had a 78 Chevy 3/4 ton Camper Special I bought new in 78. Drove that sucker for 26 years with over half a million on the clock.
Anyways, when I built my house in '89, I dropped my driveway a foot and put an 8' garage door in so I could park inside with my rack and toolboxes on. Same rack & boxes as I have now.
Sooooooooo, one fateful night back in 90 something, not too long after I had given my pride and joy Chevy truck a nice fancy sparkling new paint job, along with cool pinstriping to match, I had a meeting I had to attend at 8PM. Well, I liked to work long hours and this day was no exception.
So I quit work a little early that night, so I could make the meeting in time. Well, seems I mis-judged a tad. I got home with only about 10 minutes to shower, have a bite and climb into my suit and tie for the wondrous occasion. I had to be there, I was the speaker that night!! No excuses!!
As was customary to me, I hit the garage door button a few houses away, the door went up and I drove inside, poking the button again to drop the door. Wing open the door and make a fast sprint for the shower, taking two steps at a time as I ran upstairs, peeling my clothing off as I ran.
Meanwhile, under a chorus of Hi dad, hi Dad, hi dad, hi dad from my 4 kids as they gave their father a bewildered look, wondering why he is stripping his clothes off on the run to the bathroom!!
Hi kids! I hollered on my jaunt down the hall, I have a meeting at 8! And I grabbed my wifes butt on the way by too, with a wink, announcing that I don't have time for dinner - gotta meeting at 8. I'll make you a sandwich she retorted as I made the shower and finished peeling off.
Zoom zoom, shower, dry, leap into my suit and make a run for it, hollering bye kids, gotta go and grabbing the sandwich on the way by with a quick peck on the lips - - - - t h a n ks dear.... Down the stairs I go, hitting every third one, glancing at the time - gads - I'm gonna be late!
Run into the garage, jump in the truck, launch the 454 - 4 stick and hit the door button at the same time. Impatiently looking in the rear view mirror, yelling at the door to hurry the heck up and open! (As if it could hear me...) Out I go, down the driveway and SCREEEEEEEECH to a stop. CRUD!!!! I forgot my presentation folder!
Out of reverse, bang it in second, sidestep the clutch, bark the tires and pull back up the driveway, part way back into the garage, about 1/3 the way in. Quickly shut the key off, leap out and make a new record for running back upstairs, this time at full throttle hitting every 3rd stair.
Yes, I was a lot younger, I was a lot more agile, and I didn't weigh what I do now!!!!
So I grab my folder, the kids and wife part to give me space, and I do a 180 and hit the stairs at a full gallop. Nearly missed a stair, stumbled slightly, shoulder checked the wall at the bottom, bounced off and bolted back to the truck.
Oh crumbs, I gotta boogie and hope I hit green lights.
NOW!!! Here is where Bob pulls his monumental blunder!!
I am in a major hurry now. I jump back in the truck, whip the door shut and instead of cranking the key to start the engine, oh dummy Bob reaches up and hits the garage door button instead!!!
OK, now lets analyze that....
What is the logical thing to do here? All of you, think fast and yell out loud! What should Bob do now?
Duh! No brainer! just hit the door button again and stop the door from it's rapid descent to my brand new windshied! Isn't that what anyone with half a brain would do?
So what does Bob do? First, Bob panics as he sees the garage door descending towards his windshield. Second, Bob thinks - I know, I'll start the truck and quickly back out of the way before the door takes out my windshield!!
Perfect!! Einstein!! Bob, you're a genius for coming up with such a solution so fast!! Man, you shoulda been a brain surgeon!!
So I crank it up, bang it into reverse, punch the throttle of that balanced and blueprinted 454, and withdraw my foot from the clutch like I would if I had suddenly stepped in a big mound of cowpie!!
Only problem is, the wheels were turned sharply to the left.......
So when I suddenly accelerated backwards, the right front of my truck cranked to the right just as fast as I backed up. Well, the old Chevy bumper, (and a nice brand new shiny chrome one too I might add) stuck out from the fender a bit. The sharp rear edge of the bumper hooked solidly on the 2X10 framework of the side of my garage, and Ka-Bang!!! My rearward velocity with my foot stuffed into the 454, barely slowed down.
By the time I could react, foot off the throttle, hammer the brakes, and stop, it was all over. Meanwhile, the garage door is still descending towards my hood now. On my new paint job I might add.
Soooooo, THEN I reached up and poked the garage door button, stopping the door mere inches from my hood!! I turned the steering wheel and slowly backed out of the garage.
I got out of the truck to survey the damage:
My new bumper - Bent.
My new fender: crunched:
My big ego: flattened
And then there was the garage:
I pulled the side wall of the garage right off the foundation
I twisted the garage door framework.
The EXPENSIVE brick facing on the front of my house was ripped right off the foundation. The whole corner of the bricks was fractured and there were pieces of brick laying on my sidewalk.
Bob Bob Bob, what are we going to do with you? What a doorknob!
I closed the garage door and went to my meeting.
Why didn't I just hit the garage door button a second time and stop the door? I have no idea! It defies logic!
So there I am with the corner of my garage severely messed up, the corner of my truck damaged and Bob was not a happy camper!
Guess I may as well tell you the rest of it.
My wife says: What happened to the corner of the garage?
Shut up. Don't ask!!
The next day I got out my big old Cadillac - an 81 Sedan De Ville, and a stout piece of plywood. I put the plywood up against the bricks and ran the old Caddy up against it and bunt bunt bunt bunt bunt bunt bunt until I got everything shoved back in as far as I could!
Then there was the neighbors watching me. WHAT THE bleep bleep is Bob doing? He is ramming his house with his Cadillac!!! Somebody call the boys in the white coats! Bob has lost it!
I used the Cadillac - didn't want to scratch the truck. It had a new front bumper you know!!
Oh, one more thing - I was on time for the meeting. Scalded the tires a few times off the line, but I made it. I knew I had that big stove and a 4 stick for a reason!!
Anyways, for those of you who asked, there is my garage story!
Another RVer living on the BC Coast where it does not get very cold...
How long are you on the Island?
Just got back this morning - had to run to the mainland late Friday to attend a wedding yesterday. Took the 8:30 out of Horseshoe Bay this morning and got back to Campbell River just before lunch today.
I'll be here only for tomorrow and then head home.
I actually am going to try and prolong it a bit. I got wind of a TT for sale here - couple years old and 12G so I am going to chase that down and have a look. I need a replacement for my old Sportsmen.