Maybe 10 years ago I purchased a simply beautiful 4’-long, wooden, 1:20.3 scale Howe truss bridge. It was the pearl on my outdoor layout for maybe 10 years, but beneath an orange tree which dropped big navel oranges on it, so that periodic repairs were required. Eventually the outdoor weather and orange bombs necessitated some major repairs in spite of the plank I put on top of the bridge to protect it. I worked on the repairs slowly and carefully since around Thanksgiving, replacing broken and lost members. I finished the repairs last Saturday and decided that I would not put it back out into the layout except when I’d be running trains, which hasn’t been very often lately. It was never really supposed to be an outdoor bridge anyway - too delicate - but it was so beautiful out there. I decided I would hang it from bicycle hooks screwed into rafters in the garage. All went well with the hanging, then an hour or so later while I was indoors watching UCLA beat Colorado in basketball, my wife innocently opened the garage door. OH NO!! I had placed the hooks too far forward and the door smashed into the first one foot of the bridge. When we closed the door to retrieve the bridge, it fell to the concrete floor, doing even more damage. Broken pieces flew everywhere. Now I have two choices: throw the bridge into the trash can and build some kind of a much simplified bridge, or slowly work through repair of the broken one over the next many weeks. Oh my!
Some of you will say “show us a picture!” Maybe later when I can get over the disappointment at wrecking a perfectly beautiful bridge and can bring myself to recording the wreckage. I will repair it, however, as soon as I can get the wood stock. Much of the wood stock I have been using I have made myself from redwood fencing. I suppose eventually I can post some before, during, and after repairs pictures to expiate my embarrassment that I confess here to you all. In the meantime, a 4’ two-by-four carries the mainline beneath the orange tree. Oh golly and Amen.