On my way into work this morning, I was driving behind one of those utility trailer things. I wasn’t that close – about 150 feet back. I hear this ‘crack’ of a rock hitting the windshield. It’s happened before, and I’ve been lucky. Not this time – about a minute later, Beverly pointed to the bottom of the windshield near the wiper blades: “Um, was that there before?”
Not only was the four inch crack not there before, but it was even larger by the time I got to the garage. So, now I have an appointment at 3 PM tomorrow to have the windshield replaced. I’m still hoping they’ll tell me they can just repair the crack, but I’m not holding my breath.
More money I can’t afford to spend. Ugh!! Not to mention that this is Texas, where the inspection sticker, vehicle registration AND the toll tag all go on the windshield … which should take care of the rest of my week. Narf.
It’s Monday… and how was YOUR weekend?
To quote Billy Clinton, “I feel your pain.” Cars are a bitch, especially when things like this hhappen. I hope it works out. Hang in there.
Oh no! That is one of my most hated car repair items. I get creeped out by how the crack grows like a possessed spider web the longer you leave it be.
Hang in there.. “Heroes” tonight!