So I'm on the highway and I hear that dreaded sound: "FWAP!",
a rock hits the windshield and I'm afraid to look.



When I do, I'm relieved to find that there's no damage...cool.



When I can finally stop and get out to make sure everything else is ok...I'm horrified to see the quarter-sized windshield damage on the otherside of the rearview mirror.



I really don't want to have the windshield replaced. I'm going to look up my buddy at the glass shop and see what kind of repair job we can do.

 

maggie -

what did you end up doing?

I have a quarter inch hairline crack in my windshield from the other night.

it sucks!