After driving around I-285 one random summer day a few years back, a rubber lug-nut, about the size of a baseball, dropped
off an 18-wheeler. The lug-nut was enjoying a nice bounce along the highway, taunting cars threatning to land either on their
hood, roof, or windshield. And oh, did I ever see it bouncing. Actually, I was analyzing its arc, it ascent and decent attempting
to determine how I was going to elude this sum-bitch rubber asteroid. At the point I thought I was going to zip under its ascent, it decended.
Right onto my windshield. The impact was intense. The car actually shuttered. And it left a cantaloupe sized circular crater in the center of
my windshield.
So I immediately went out and got it fixed, right? Um, No. I left it. My theory : The second I get a new windshield, I'm gonna get another ding. So why
not play into that hand? Collect a large assortment of cracks, dings, and chips in the glass - *then* get a new windshield.
So I left it. And you know what? I actually came to like my smashed windshield. And, at times, it became a conversation starter. I tended to tell people
a thug in downtown Atlanta came at me with a gun, so I ran his ass over - and that's where
his head hit as I made impact.
2 years later, it was still there, and I hadn't collected any new cracks, dings, or chips - amazingly. And the existing mark hadn't spread one inch.
My parents were embarrased for their baby son though, so they ponied up a Christmans present one year, and replaced it. Was actually a great gift.
So I decided to build a website, and help people find windshield and auto glass repair shops.
Story follow-up :
So I decide to date a 6 foot tall blonde chick that lives deep in the Atlanta hood. As I'm driving her ass home one night, my poor
Passat gets railroaded by an SUV that runs a Stop-sign. So, really, I could have waited. Thanks Ash : )
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