I grew up in North Idaho, an outdoors-person's Mecca in the summer, and a frosted wonderland in the winter. Of course, that wonderland scene requires a lot of snow. Let me repeat- a LOT of snow.
For my seventeenth birthday (and Christmas and Easter and my next five birthdays), my parents gave me a car. A beautiful, new-to-me, Toyota Corolla. Her name was Gertrude, and we went everywhere together. Well, she couldn't go anywhere without me, anyway. We had some great times, Gertrude and I. Once we packed nine people in her. What a trooper. Then came the winter that is still being talked about (and not only in this article).
It was a Tuesday. School got out after second period because the snow was coming down so thick and fast, if we didn't get home then, we wouldn't get home for days. radiator heating parts. Gertrude and I drove home, slowly following the trail of cars inching through town and on to the highway. I could barely see a foot in front my car, and the normally 20 minute drive took me close to two hours.
I made it home and we started getting ready to be snowed in. Gathering flashlights and candles, putting water in gallon jugs, and gathering up some easy-to-prepare foods. Then, quite satisfied with our level of preparedness, we decided to make a fire and have some hot chocolate. I curled up on the couch with "Anna Karenina." It seemed to match the beautiful yet depressing scene outside.
Every couple of hours we'd bundle up so nothing was showing (not even our eyes, we wore sunglasses because of the glare), and go out to shovel a path leading to our front door; each time there would be close to eight new inches of snow. By the end of that day, there was no way we were getting out of our house by car. We ended up being snowed in for three days, and by the time it stopped snowing, ten feet of that white stuff had fallen.
Friday, when we were finally able to emerge, there was quite a bit of damage control to be done, what with branches broken and water getting into places it shouldn't. Discount Tires . The worst part, though, was Gertrude. In my hurry to get inside after my long drive home on Tuesday, I'd pulled up a little too far in the driveway so she was right underneath the overhang of our roof. Once too much snow had built up on the roof, it slid right onto Gertrude's windshield, bringing with it a few icicles and a couple hundred pounds of pressure. Needless to say, poor Gert didn't fare too well. Her windshield had cracked and broken, and the front of the car was full of snow. Our relationship was never quite the same after that. I don't think she ever really trusted me again.
However, I did all I could to regain that trust. As soon as the plows had come and cleared the roads, we went and bought one of those metal carport kits. Not only did it protect Gert from future weather-related catastrophes because the snow just slides off to the side, it also protected her from any thoughtless parking jobs because now I just pulled in under the carport.
It was super easy to assemble, and we had a level spot just to the left of our driveway that was perfect for it. You can get metal carport kits in a wide range of colors, lengths, widths and heights, so you can protect whatever you have that needs protecting! In fact, their scientific name is probably something like Car-Boat-Camper-Truck-Fifth Wheel-Motor Home-ATV-Yard Equipment-Travel Trailer-Jet Ski- Snowmobile- Protectorus, but "carport" is a whole lot easier to say.
Metal carports are designed to stand up to the harshest of weather conditions so your cars, boats, etc stay protected all year round. The set-up process is simple, and can be done in a matter of minutes, but the result is a heavy-duty, long-lasting shelter.
Rhino Carports and VersaTube Carports are two of the best lines available for metal carport kits. There is a wide price range for both, so you're sure to be able to find one that will fit both your needs and your budget. Please, learn from my experience- if you love your car (boat, snowmobile, etc) buy and assemble a carport before you lose your its trust.
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