It had to happen sooner or later. Last week while driving into work with the Cruiser one of those d*mned dump trucks[}
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[V] changed into my lane and dumped some gravel onto the interstate.
I could see this one rock very clearly in the moonlit morning bouncing along the interstate well within the range of my headlights. With safety rail to the right and cars to the left. There was no where to go. In an instant, the rock hit my windshield on the passenger side like an asteroid out of nowhere. DONK![}] Then, there was a bullseye, staring me in the face.
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I phoned my insurance company once I made it to the office. Since Kentucky has some sort of rule about windshields (i.e. they break, your insurance company must replace it), I started down the slippery slope of trying to explain exactly what a Studebaker was, and who made them.[
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A few days later, the repair guy arrived at the office and took a look. He said it was bad, and he didn't think he'd be able to fix it at all. He said the best he could do was stop it from cracking. He said he wouldn't know where to begin to find a new windshield. I related that I knew where he could get one, but then he said he wouldn't even know where to start replacing it on a Studebaker. Of course, it would probably need new rubber, and he couldn't guarantee the stainless or the headliner[}][}][}]. He said he'd try to fix the bullseye, and if I wasn't satisfied, they'd have to figure out what to do from there.
I left when he got the drill out[xx(]. About 30 minutes later, he called and said he was done.
I'm amazed. You can't even tell where it was hit. He said he'd never fixed one THAT bad before that came out so well. He said Studebaker must have used superior glass.
Well, as a matter of fact
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Mark Anderson
1965 Cruiser
][V] changed into my lane and dumped some gravel onto the interstate. I could see this one rock very clearly in the moonlit morning bouncing along the interstate well within the range of my headlights. With safety rail to the right and cars to the left. There was no where to go. In an instant, the rock hit my windshield on the passenger side like an asteroid out of nowhere. DONK![}
] Then, there was a bullseye, staring me in the face.[V]
I phoned my insurance company once I made it to the office. Since Kentucky has some sort of rule about windshields (i.e. they break, your insurance company must replace it), I started down the slippery slope of trying to explain exactly what a Studebaker was, and who made them.[
] A few days later, the repair guy arrived at the office and took a look. He said it was bad, and he didn't think he'd be able to fix it at all. He said the best he could do was stop it from cracking. He said he wouldn't know where to begin to find a new windshield. I related that I knew where he could get one, but then he said he wouldn't even know where to start replacing it on a Studebaker. Of course, it would probably need new rubber, and he couldn't guarantee the stainless or the headliner[}
][}][}]. He said he'd try to fix the bullseye, and if I wasn't satisfied, they'd have to figure out what to do from there.I left when he got the drill out[xx(]. About 30 minutes later, he called and said he was done.
I'm amazed. You can't even tell where it was hit. He said he'd never fixed one THAT bad before that came out so well. He said Studebaker must have used superior glass.
Well, as a matter of fact
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Mark Anderson
1965 Cruiser
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