The only automatic gate openers we have around here are the horses. They have lifted the hay gate off its hinges to get in, have stretched open the links on the chain that locks the gate to break into the hay, and are waiting until I'm not looking to break out of the pasture gate into the garden -- or maybe just the neighbor's greener grass. Or maybe the next county. Not good.
The other automatic gate opener we have is Lily, and she doesn't always do it with a smile. We could use an automatic door opener for the cats, but they'd probably wear it out.
While I don't see an automatic gate opener in my future, I wish we had gates to our subdivision with automatic gate openers. Entirely too many beer cans where romantic couples have been parking -- thinking they're in the country. Hey! That's not the country! That's my front yard.
I'm as startled as Gomer Pyle would be when I see automatic gates on businesses and in other communities in action, whether they "open sesame" to a code, a device installed on the car or a handheld remote. It's enough to make me want to put in a gate just so I can watch it open. And close. (I'm as bad as the cats.)
My father's place in the country could use such a thing to keep the riff-raff out, though then I wouldn't be able to visit. If my father could work his computer to surf the Internet, I'd tell him he could find every major manufacturer at GateOperator.net, including Viking Access , which offers commercial and residential gate openers and is known for being innovative. He might prefer U. S. Automatic, a company that works very hard to keep their good reputation by thoroughly testing their products before they hit market. And he'd also be interested Apollo and their many different kinds of gates and gate mounts. As an engineer, he'd enjoy just watching them work. Maybe even take them apart and not be able to put them back together.
I guess you can tell I'm from the country. I get a special delight going through an automatic gate. There's that moment where I'm a little unsure that I remembered the password (or was really invited), and that small thrill when the gate starts to open. Yes. It likes me. I'm in!
Maybe I need to get one for our entrance (otherwise called a driveway). Just for my own self-esteem.
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