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Keith,
I felt nothing even close to lucky at the time, we were right in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico, so windy we couldn't stand up straight, with me having to climb the ladder and lay on the roof, crawling along with my knife slicing off what was left of the awning, while it was beating me half to death. Poor Sue was pulling the torn awning down, trying to bunch it up for transport, it was pulling her all over the road before I could get down and help her.
BUT, as you stated, it could have been worse.
The old grouch that installed the new awning stated he was surprised that the supports and arms were not damaged, as they usually were.
Thanks, Ozz
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