Safelite put the windshield in Red. I was going through Cincinatti to get to land speed in Ohio in 2012 under one of those double-decker bridges across the river. I was passing a garbage truck and it kicked up a rock. I saw it coming.....POW. Cracked the windshield. Dammit, from then on it was, "Will they let me run like that?" Not a big crack, but it was cracked.
Well, they let me run. On the way back home from Wilmington, just past the double-decker bridge into Kentucky, I was passing a flatbed truck with a trash dumpster on it. A giant basket-size piece of paper mache was hovering over the dumpster, caught in the vortex. I was watching it. Well of course it came out and flew right over at Red and hit the windshield in the same spot. WHAP! Well, now the windshield was indeed cracked, to a fare thee well. I mean, what are the chances?
I was working, Unit got Safelite to come put a windshield in Red in our driveway. It squeaked. It squeaked like Mickey Mouse's best 500 friends on any kind of a bump, not even a bump. It squeaked.
I called them back out. They put in another windshield. It didn't squeak, but with that spatula they use to remove a windshield, they broke the corner supports under Red's dashboard. And now the dashboard squeaks when it gets just the right hot enough and hitting the right bumps.
I called them back. They assured me they will make good in it. They didn't show up so I called them again. They finally had me figured out, the whining customer, and they stopped answering the phone when they saw my number in the caller ID.
Well, whatever......and Red's windshield weather stripping blew out at Arkansas on the hottest day I've ever been at any track. Today Crew Chief Unit called Safelite. After all these years, that repair is under lifetime warranty. They'll be here Friday evening to put a new weather strip on there.
It's pretty obvious what happened, all the glue on the roof in the shape of the strip laying up there and getting thrashed around in the wind.
If the Safelite repair person has the presence of mind to ask. "How fast were you going?" I'll say about 48. Those two numbers are actually true. I don't have to mention the "hundred" part. Do I?
Well, they let me run. On the way back home from Wilmington, just past the double-decker bridge into Kentucky, I was passing a flatbed truck with a trash dumpster on it. A giant basket-size piece of paper mache was hovering over the dumpster, caught in the vortex. I was watching it. Well of course it came out and flew right over at Red and hit the windshield in the same spot. WHAP! Well, now the windshield was indeed cracked, to a fare thee well. I mean, what are the chances?
I was working, Unit got Safelite to come put a windshield in Red in our driveway. It squeaked. It squeaked like Mickey Mouse's best 500 friends on any kind of a bump, not even a bump. It squeaked.
I called them back out. They put in another windshield. It didn't squeak, but with that spatula they use to remove a windshield, they broke the corner supports under Red's dashboard. And now the dashboard squeaks when it gets just the right hot enough and hitting the right bumps.
I called them back. They assured me they will make good in it. They didn't show up so I called them again. They finally had me figured out, the whining customer, and they stopped answering the phone when they saw my number in the caller ID.
Well, whatever......and Red's windshield weather stripping blew out at Arkansas on the hottest day I've ever been at any track. Today Crew Chief Unit called Safelite. After all these years, that repair is under lifetime warranty. They'll be here Friday evening to put a new weather strip on there.
It's pretty obvious what happened, all the glue on the roof in the shape of the strip laying up there and getting thrashed around in the wind.
If the Safelite repair person has the presence of mind to ask. "How fast were you going?" I'll say about 48. Those two numbers are actually true. I don't have to mention the "hundred" part. Do I?
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