Fixing My Garage Door: D.I.Y.? Or P.A.P.T.D.I.F.Y.?
My wife and I moved into this house in November, 2007. When we got here, I wondered how long we would be able to go without needing some sort of service call. I'm not much of a carpenter, but I try to be a DIY-er (a.k.a "Do-It-Yourself") rather than a PAPTDIFY-er (a.k.a. "Pay-A-Professional-To-Do-It-For-You:) whenever possible. I broke my streak yesterday after nearly 11 months. It was a tongue-in-cheek moment as I wrote a check to Overhead Door Specialists (of Castle Hayne, NC), but I smiled because I was a very satisfied customer.
Imagine the sound of an entire classroom of recently-manicured elementary school students scratching their fingernails across a chalkboard. That's what I heard every time I closed the garage door. And then imagine an invisible Floyd Mayweather, kicking, shaking, punching, and otherwise beating the piss out of a piece of sliding, artistically textured sheet metal. That's what I saw every time I closed the garage door. Operating our automatic garage door became an activity that we came to dread, as it rattled the entire frame of the house and most certainly woke up our neighbors in the middle of the night.
From the interior door connecting the kitchen and the garage, we could reach the button that would open and close the troublesome exterior door. We got in the habit of standing at the interior threshold, pressing the button, slamming the door and running for our lives. Even the closed interior door was no match for the wrath of the metal-on-metal cacophony that hit our eardrums like an eardrum-seeking missile.
In the past, I had successfully addressed every home issue and improvement that I deemed significant and/or necessary. In the interest of saving money, I researched the activities online and performed the work myself. In the past year, I have swapped out a light switch, replaced the kitchen sink, installed numerous landscaping improvements, repaired a fence gate, shimmed a door, changed my own oil, hung floating shelves, and built a fire pit in the back yard that has received numerous compliments from our house guests. But repairing an expensive piece of machinery that boasts scores on independently-moving parts with which I have no experience wasn't something that I was willing to do alone.
Reluctantly, I hopped on Google and looked up the garage door repair place who I had seen at a neighbor's home a while ago. A friendly couple arrived at 5pm in their work truck that was a converted ambulance*. The came inside, greeted me and my dog, and got to work. I told them that I suspected rusty rollers or hinges (If I had done this myself, the first thing I would have done would be to take off all of the hinges and try and clean the rollers, which would have taken at least two hours). I was way off.
Keith, my repairman, showed me how the original door installer, in either the interest of time or habit of laziness, had done a poor job of hanging the track on which the door slides. You could see the professionalism and years' of experience in his face as he expressed his disappointment in the shoddy work of the builder. "They just don't care! They want to be done with it and move on to the next house. 'Does it open? Yeah? OK, we're done!'"
He readjusted the track -- which was a two-person job -- and then put lubricant on the hinges and rollers. He showed me the elusive point of contact that had been creating all of the noise -- a spot that I never would have found on my own. Turns out, it wasn't a roller at all. Because the tracks weren't hung straight, a steel hinge had been rubbing against the steel track, getting worse over time. Imagine a square (the door) in between two parallel lines (the track). If one of those lines is slightly nonparallel with the square, then [noisy] contact will occur. Who'd have thought?
My exterior door opens beautifully now. After they left, I sat in my garage, opening and closing it for at least 10 minutes, enjoying its new-found purr as if it were a selection of inspirational classical music. I reflected on the check that I had just written for $70, happy to have parted with it. If I had been stubborn and unwilling to pay for a service for which I was supremely unqualified to perform on my own, I could have been stuck with permanent damage to the frame of my home (thanks to all of the violent jostling) and/or a broken garage door opener.
DIY repairs can be an excellent way to save some money. But you should also know when to PAPTDIFY (pronounced "pap-defy"). DIY in this case would have put into jeopardy an expensive piece of machinery that I knew nothing about. My first task would have been a total dart throw and a complete waste of time. A poorly-completed repair could have worsened the problem and cost me more money in the long run.
Taking care of your home is important. Repairs will be needed periodically, most of which we can perform ourselves. We shouldn't call a professional just because we're lazy (I still have a hard time watching my young, physically fit neighbors pay someone $30 to mow their tiny .16-acre yards). But if you're tackling a job that is waaaay over your head, call a pro. They'll save you a heap of time and ibuprofen. But when they're fixing whatever they're there to repair, stay out of their way, but close by -- you might learn something!
*Side note: Their work truck was an old converted ambulance that they bought online from a seller out west. Turns out, it was the ambulance that transported the late Ted Williams to the cryogenic freezing lab after his death...at least the "part" of him that made it there, if you know what I'm saying. They call their work truck "The Ice Box."
Imagine the sound of an entire classroom of recently-manicured elementary school students scratching their fingernails across a chalkboard. That's what I heard every time I closed the garage door. And then imagine an invisible Floyd Mayweather, kicking, shaking, punching, and otherwise beating the piss out of a piece of sliding, artistically textured sheet metal. That's what I saw every time I closed the garage door. Operating our automatic garage door became an activity that we came to dread, as it rattled the entire frame of the house and most certainly woke up our neighbors in the middle of the night.
From the interior door connecting the kitchen and the garage, we could reach the button that would open and close the troublesome exterior door. We got in the habit of standing at the interior threshold, pressing the button, slamming the door and running for our lives. Even the closed interior door was no match for the wrath of the metal-on-metal cacophony that hit our eardrums like an eardrum-seeking missile.
In the past, I had successfully addressed every home issue and improvement that I deemed significant and/or necessary. In the interest of saving money, I researched the activities online and performed the work myself. In the past year, I have swapped out a light switch, replaced the kitchen sink, installed numerous landscaping improvements, repaired a fence gate, shimmed a door, changed my own oil, hung floating shelves, and built a fire pit in the back yard that has received numerous compliments from our house guests. But repairing an expensive piece of machinery that boasts scores on independently-moving parts with which I have no experience wasn't something that I was willing to do alone.
Reluctantly, I hopped on Google and looked up the garage door repair place who I had seen at a neighbor's home a while ago. A friendly couple arrived at 5pm in their work truck that was a converted ambulance*. The came inside, greeted me and my dog, and got to work. I told them that I suspected rusty rollers or hinges (If I had done this myself, the first thing I would have done would be to take off all of the hinges and try and clean the rollers, which would have taken at least two hours). I was way off.
Keith, my repairman, showed me how the original door installer, in either the interest of time or habit of laziness, had done a poor job of hanging the track on which the door slides. You could see the professionalism and years' of experience in his face as he expressed his disappointment in the shoddy work of the builder. "They just don't care! They want to be done with it and move on to the next house. 'Does it open? Yeah? OK, we're done!'"He readjusted the track -- which was a two-person job -- and then put lubricant on the hinges and rollers. He showed me the elusive point of contact that had been creating all of the noise -- a spot that I never would have found on my own. Turns out, it wasn't a roller at all. Because the tracks weren't hung straight, a steel hinge had been rubbing against the steel track, getting worse over time. Imagine a square (the door) in between two parallel lines (the track). If one of those lines is slightly nonparallel with the square, then [noisy] contact will occur. Who'd have thought?
My exterior door opens beautifully now. After they left, I sat in my garage, opening and closing it for at least 10 minutes, enjoying its new-found purr as if it were a selection of inspirational classical music. I reflected on the check that I had just written for $70, happy to have parted with it. If I had been stubborn and unwilling to pay for a service for which I was supremely unqualified to perform on my own, I could have been stuck with permanent damage to the frame of my home (thanks to all of the violent jostling) and/or a broken garage door opener.
DIY repairs can be an excellent way to save some money. But you should also know when to PAPTDIFY (pronounced "pap-defy"). DIY in this case would have put into jeopardy an expensive piece of machinery that I knew nothing about. My first task would have been a total dart throw and a complete waste of time. A poorly-completed repair could have worsened the problem and cost me more money in the long run.
Taking care of your home is important. Repairs will be needed periodically, most of which we can perform ourselves. We shouldn't call a professional just because we're lazy (I still have a hard time watching my young, physically fit neighbors pay someone $30 to mow their tiny .16-acre yards). But if you're tackling a job that is waaaay over your head, call a pro. They'll save you a heap of time and ibuprofen. But when they're fixing whatever they're there to repair, stay out of their way, but close by -- you might learn something!
*Side note: Their work truck was an old converted ambulance that they bought online from a seller out west. Turns out, it was the ambulance that transported the late Ted Williams to the cryogenic freezing lab after his death...at least the "part" of him that made it there, if you know what I'm saying. They call their work truck "The Ice Box."
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