Then I tried the door.....
We immediately heard a rather loud "sproing" and we watched the support cable wrap itself around the rod that supports the springs.
I instantly knew that this wasn't a good thing. It was a bad thing. A very bad thing...
My son and I spent the next 1 hour and 45 minutes trying to get the cable back into place and put the load back into the springs. At one point, after trying at least five different methods, my son says, "So now what do we do." My reply was, "Okay, I've got one more idea and if it doesn't work, we call a professional."
It worked.
Our hands are bloody and covered with grease but dammit, the garage door works just fine.
Next time, I'm calling a professional to start with. I'm too old for this sh!t.
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I found you more than two links today:
- Not just only in Florida....
- You gotta love Ron Perlman. He's a stand up guy.
- Pfffttt... Kids these days. When I was in college, we had to take electives like "Ancient Architecture" and ride our dinosaurs to school, in the snow, up hill, both ways.
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