Summer is drawing to a close and soon my Hullavator will come down off the roof of my Subaru. Instead of cruising on the river, I’ll turn my attention to racing down hills of snow and ice and putting boots on and then taking boots off, and then putting boots on and then taking boots off (subject for a wintertime blog I suppose). I was so proud of myself for remembering all summer to lift the rack down to the side of my car every time I put my car in the garage (unlike the other Hullavator owner in our congregation). I felt extremely good about my organizational skills and great memory. All was fine until my friend Lynne came to visit and we arrived home relatively late one night. As usual I moved the ladder away from the middle of the garage, which is my daily reminder to lower the rack on my car before entering. In the meantime, Lynne started to unload the car in the alley, which is much easier than unloading in the garage. I thought – great idea – and proceeded to help her unload. We finished unloading and I climbed into the driver seat, backed my car skillfully into the garage, slamming my Hullavator into the top of the garage door opening. The garage door opening was fine, the car was great, but the Hullavator sadly laid over sideways.
Note to self: when you feel like you have everything under control, be careful or your big top may not fit into the opening.