By Patty Wilber
By the time this posts, I should be in Fort Worth at the Appaloosa Nationals with LT. She is entered in Junior Working Cow Horse (Friday evening) and Junior Reining (Sunday afternoon).
To get there, we’ll have to drive.
Fortunately, I have a new UNCRACKED windshield.
When Jim called to set up an appointment to get this replaced, the guy said there were no openings until the following Monday, “but don’t worry, windshields have high integrity and you will be fine until then.”
Jim didn’t tell him the thing had been cracked for the last…oh, maybe, 10 years.
In fact, every vehicle we own has (ok, HAD) a similar view. The Jeep and truck are fixed and the little blue golf ball Kia (hail dented in 2010) is last on the list.
After: No cracks and, side benefit, no tiny pits either, so you can actually see when driving into the sun.
This will be good because I will leave at O Dark Thirty and will be headed east for the drive to Fort Worth.
I never remember having cracked windshields in our cars as a kid in Northern California. Maybe we just had them repaired if there was a problem.
But if lists of such things are kept, I wager that New Mexico might be among the leaders in dinged-up front car windows. We have a lot of dry rocky roadsides and hard bits fling themselves up and regularly collide with cars. Or maybe the cars driving by help and some days, the wind contributes.
Just the other day, on my way home in the Kia, I passed a guy that was weed-whacking. Two rocks flew up and… kerCHUNK. Two more stars on the glass.
The guy ran inside. I didn’t stop because the Kia is next in line for a new view down the road. If I’d just had the repair, you bet I’d have slammed on the brakes!
Shields engaged. No dings from here to Fort Worth.
Ann Cuddy Victory Pose for calm focus at the National Show. (Check out her Ted Talk!)