Clearance check

Headed out from beneath the bench, boots tracking fine grit across the slab. Cold air kept drafting under the bottom seal of the big garage door. Marched straight toward it. A heavy discarded steel hinge was wedged upright against the door's metal channel, catching the draft and blocking the path. Stepped up close, gripped the greasy cold iron flange, and threw my shoulder into the plate. It gave with a sharp scrape, shifting flat against the concrete. Kept my stance low. The narrow gap under the weatherstripping is clear now. Good look at what lies outside.