This morning, during a snowstorm, I drive to work. I'm being really careful in order not to kill myself or my fellow commuters when all of a sudden this silvery thing crosses my windshield. I think, hmm, that's a weird way for a water droplet to be going. And, hey, it's not going away. Then Holy shit! That's not a trail of water, that's a crack in the windshield!
I turn off the windshield wipers, turn down the defrost, and will the window not to break completely. Then there's a tiny 'rrreeeaakkk" and another crack spreads amazingly fast in the other direction. I have a mini-heart attack.
I debate the merits of stopping at the autorepair place on my way to work and decide 1 more mile to get to my parking lot isn't going to kill me. Or will it? I make it safely to my office and am now awaiting a call from "Windshield World" who I hope will fix it.
I'll tell you what, that got my adrenaline pumping. There's nothing like the potential for the windshield to instantaneously not be there, and snow and shattered glass to fly in at you, to get the old juices flowing. Wooh.
I turn off the windshield wipers, turn down the defrost, and will the window not to break completely. Then there's a tiny 'rrreeeaakkk" and another crack spreads amazingly fast in the other direction. I have a mini-heart attack.
I debate the merits of stopping at the autorepair place on my way to work and decide 1 more mile to get to my parking lot isn't going to kill me. Or will it? I make it safely to my office and am now awaiting a call from "Windshield World" who I hope will fix it.
I'll tell you what, that got my adrenaline pumping. There's nothing like the potential for the windshield to instantaneously not be there, and snow and shattered glass to fly in at you, to get the old juices flowing. Wooh.
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