I truly sympathize. I almost had that happen to me back in 1977 when our team was on our way to State Championships and we pulled into a drive-through liquor store with a brand-new Raleigh Pro and a Mondia Special on the roof rack of our team van. We wised up at the last minute and stopped six inches from roof hitting the front wheels of the bikes. The guys in the store were laughing their asses off at us, but we bought beer for after the race from them anyway.