So I backed up, which is why the bike rack has no car under it.
I called my husband crying and upset because he loves the bikes and I was afraid I had messed them up, not the mention the garage door and the car. He said, "Don't worry, it's just stuff." And he said, "I thought that might happen today." To which I responded, "Why didn't you tell me?!?" To which he responded, "I asked you if you were going to take the bikes off the car before you went to San Antonio." To which I responded, "That does not translate to 'Be careful! Don't forget the bikes are on top of the car,' when you ask me half an hour before I get home." (insert more crying here) All in all he was very sweet about the situation and we can laugh about it now, but I don't let him laugh about it too much. I still feel pretty silly about the whole ordeal, though I am sure my husband hams it up with his co workers when retelling the story.