Last night, while Ted and I were eating dinner, we heard a very loud noise. We looked outside to see what heavy thing might have fallen, but everything looked normal, so we finished eating and then decided to run an errand. Unfortunately, the garage door wouldn’t open, although it worked fine an hour earlier when Ted put away the yardwork tools we’d been using. While we were troubleshooting what might be wrong, we noticed something.
The door mechanism is supposed to have only one spring, not two.
It was weird how, just because we couldn’t get the cars out of the garage, we felt trapped–even though we didn’t really need to go anywhere. The garage door guy came this afternoon and replaced the broken spring, so we’re free to roam again. Whew!