Hey guys, Having a perfect entry door for a house would be something great as that is what people initially see while entering a house or passing by. I would like suggestions in selecting a door as such which can give my house an outstanding look. I have contacted certain professionals in town but then I am not satisfied with any of them except the '...' at Toronto who is someone I feel I can depend on specially due to the fiberglass entry doors that they have which has got a great appearance and finishing look. Would like to get replies on this.
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To be fair, friends in town have recently had a fiberglass front door installed in their home. I understand that it insulates well against the winter chill and, honestly, from 10 feet away, you can't tell it from varnished wood without a second look.
Those last 10 feet, however, do make a certain impression.
My dream house will have custom carbon fiber/Kevlar composite doors reinforced with 1/2" Lexan and foil-faced polyiso insulation in the core to make them energy efficient, blast and bullet resistant, soundproof, and lighter in weight than solid steel.
Bring it, Donald. I'll be ready.
Finish gel coat color and and hardware are yet to be decided.
Me too, sweetie!
Ok.
I'll tell my disgusting tale once again...with maybe a bit more detail.
I was invited over to a handsome hillbilly's home for drinks/smokes/food one rainy night back in 2005. He had a dog, but the other guests fulfilled the hound dog's needs. The single level home appeared identical to all other homes within a 3 block radius, and I was a little buzzed whilst making my fashionably late arrival. The "inked up" hunk (host) had a newer spotless Harley Davidson motorbike and an American sedan (dirty) parked in the clean garage. I had to have been wearing all black in 2005...or olive green/black (I wore Armani only that year), so petting the hound dog was out of the question. I had to pee. I ventured down the hallway in search of a bathroom..passing fiberglass door after fiberglass door. I could smell the bathroom, I just couldn't locate it yet.
Chapter 2.
Finally through the cloud of smoke and sculptured cinnamon colored plush carpet, I found the magic fiberglass door. Odd.. I was unable to find any sort of light switch upon entering the (also) cinnamon colored carpeted bathroom with a fiberglass faux marble tub/shower combination ( practical and pretty from 10 feet away!). My myopic big brown eyeballs adjust pretty quickly to just about anything, so finding the toilet in the dark really wasn't an issue ( hell,I was stoned). Then, the strangest thing started to happen! I kept feeling a foul sticky textured undescrible sensation on my cheeks. I wasn't too concerned, as I had to get back to the small gathering of Appellation Americans around the outdoor propane fire pit (plus I didn't mind the smell). While washing my hands, I finally found the light switch, and I grabbed a tissue and flipped the fucker on ( I don't like to touch light switches..as they're really rank..) and immediately noticed old "spent" (2) hanging sticky fly paper strips loaded with far too many insects draping above/around the toilet. I left briskly..didn't even say good bye.
Chapter 3.
After arriving home, I scrubbed my checks into a coma and started tearing through the laundry room looking for a flyswatter to lay next to, as most therapists advise gradual with-drawling from major traumatic incidents like what happened to me in that tacky bathroom. I will never pee in an unlit bathroom with a fiberglass door again. No.
Blazed,
Your Aunt Mark
ps I feel much better just talking about it. thanks.
ps to be edited in the morning.
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