The Snow Bastards Got Me

Yesterday I was driving home, thinking about how I needed to try my best to avoid getting behind large trucks so that ice or snow wouldn’t fly off one of them and hit me, when that very thing happened. I was attempting to pass a former Budget rental truck, apparently now owned by Uncle Cooter and his mute son by the looks of them, when a fantastically large piece snow and/or ice launched from the top of the truck. It hung suspended in the air for what seemed like ages. I was mesmerized by it. Then it struck my windshield and shattered it.

Broken Windshield

More Broken Windshield

If I had not been so focused on watching the ice chunk float in the air, I might have had the presence of mind to accelerate before it struck my car. Alas, the snow gods used their wicked magic on me and cracked the windshield of the Green Torpedo. Safelite is coming to give the Torpedo a new windshield on Thursday. And of course, it’s under my deductible limit, so yours truly will be picking up the tab. Curse you gods of large ice chunks!

Snow Day!