Regular readers of the blog will know that I drive for work. A lot. So often, in fact, that the repair bill on my car is getting silly.
That’s not to say that I have to pay lots to keep it on the road. Thankfully, so far, it seems to be mechanically fine.
Instead, I find myself forever paying out for a new tire, a service, the replacement of a brake pad or disc and - by far the most annoying - a chipped windscreen. A cracking day.
Today, as I drove around the M25 this happened:
The annoying thing is that I saw it was about to happen.
I was driving in the middle lane, going at 70mph which just happened to be the same speed as the guy driving in the left hand lane, pulling an empty trainer.
Well, I say empty. As he drove over a small bump, his van bounced ever so slightly, as did has trailer. The almost-empty trailer kicked up a few stones that happened to be hiding in the back, and of course the biggest one bounced off of the motorway and hit my window with a ‘thunk’.
Immediate chip. Almost a frozen chip, in fact, given how cold the air turned as the blue language that flowed from my mouth would have made a docker blush.
Of course, it’s not the end of the world. As a friend said, it’s easy enough to get fixed, and my car insurance limits me to paying just £10 to have the hole filled.
But I’m annoyed. This is the third time in just over a year that this has happened. The second time of which saw me having to have my windscreen replaced as the chip was spreading.
Thankfully, Autoglass work weekends and I now have them booked to come out on Sunday to repair the damage.
Hopefully I’ll get through to the weekend without the chip progressing to a crack.