June 27th, 2016

planet

garage doors - call a person!

Edit: Entry was titled "Call a guy" - I want to emphasize that a male or female could be qualified to fix a garage door and I would not worry about the gender of the professional sent to repair my house in any case.

Marc and I have been trying to fix stuff ourselves lately, inspired by the makerspace culture of DIY, attempt the unknown! this includes stuff around the house.

Cue the soundtrack for this entry: Weird Al's I'm so handy


Our garage door has always sounded a little weird and then Marc bumped it with the car, sending it off track and part of it just hanging down precariously, definitely not moving up and down when we hit the button. So we spent two mornings working in the heat trying to get the damn thing snapped back in. The pins that hold it to the track were impossible. We almost died, separately, but frequently. The door was heavy and one person would hold it while the other tried to re-coil these tense wires around broken drums.

Finally on day 3 Marc said fuck it and called a guy.

So the guy came out, replaced the broken spindle thing that we were trying to make work, re-set everything in its tracks, lubricated appropriately, and now the garage door is FANTASTIC! For, like, $160 or something stupid like that? Now when we hit the button the door not only moves up and down, but it doesn't sound like someone throwing a garage door down the stairs, it was weird to us since it's always sounded questionable but suddenly... professional!

I was so happy I started telling people that we should have called a professional out sooner and a few coworkers were like yeah, actually, these things are freaking dangerous to work on. I googled and yes, there are many many injuries every year from garage doors. Who knew!

So that's the PSA of the week - even if you're an ambitious DIY-er, maybe a garage door is too much for you. Don't lose an arm or a head or whatever you can lose. It's okay, you're still tough.