There wasn’t a gravel truck in front of me, or anywhere within sight. I wasn’t under a bridge, or even near any other cars. But I heard the telltale smacking noise and immediately knew. My windshield had been hit by a rock:

(Enlarged to show texture. Ridiculously enlarged, in fact, but it’s a cool effect.)

This happened today at 10:40 a.m. The journey to a new windshield begins. I know the “free box of steaks” days are over, but any advice is appreciated.

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