Driving along the highway as usual, when suddenly...BOOM! I hear a loud sound of a solid object colliding with glass. I inspect my windshield and see nothing, but I still feel uneasy. I finally approach a stoplight and hear light sounds on the roof, something like raindrops, but it's not raining. Cautiously, I open the shade that covers my sunroof/moonroof, and this is what I see.
Driving along the highway as usual, when suddenly...BOOM! I hear a loud sound of a solid object colliding with glass. I inspect my windshield and see nothing, but I still feel uneasy. I finally approach a stoplight and hear light sounds on the roof, something like raindrops, but it's not raining. Cautiously, I open the shade that covers my sunroof/moonroof, and this is what I see.
Driving along the highway as usual, when suddenly...BOOM! I hear a loud sound of a solid object colliding with glass. I inspect my windshield and see nothing, but I still feel uneasy. I finally approach a stoplight and hear light sounds on the roof, something like raindrops, but it's not raining. Cautiously, I open the shade that covers my sunroof/moonroof, and this is what I see.
That looks like a small rock or a hole about 1/3 way down? Glad you are ok!Driving along the highway as usual, when suddenly...BOOM! I hear a loud sound of a solid object colliding with glass. I inspect my windshield and see nothing, but I still feel uneasy. I finally approach a stoplight and hear light sounds on the roof, something like raindrops, but it's not raining. Cautiously, I open the shade that covers my sunroof/moonroof, and this is what I see.
Minus the snow, I say you must have lived right down the street and got the very next tree to fallDriving along the highway as usual, when suddenly...BOOM! I hear a loud sound of a solid object colliding with glass. I inspect my windshield and see nothing, but I still feel uneasy. I finally approach a stoplight and hear light sounds on the roof, something like raindrops, but it's not raining. Cautiously, I open the shade that covers my sunroof/moonroof, and this is what I see.
I think it may have been a rock that flung from the back of a truck in front of me. I could be wrong though, because I've never had a rock come at my car at an angle like that before.YIKES! Any clue what dropped onto you?
the glass is all crackeduhh, what is it? a tree? it's hard to tell from the pic. :O
yikes indeed!Ummm...can we say, YIKES!!!
Yep, there's a small hole. I suspect a small rock did it.That looks like a small rock or a hole about 1/3 way down? Glad you are ok!
I may see if we can invest in this for the lab, since I'll probably be doing this next year. Thanks for the tip.I've found that this type of tool is by far the best for stripping wire. It's almost too easy.
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You're welcome. Don't get the really cheap ones though because the cutting part goes dull quickly and then it won't strip very well. I'm talking about the ones I bought from the dollar stores lol.I may see if we can invest in this for the lab, since I'll probably be doing this next year. Thanks for the tip.
zero, zero, zero... *sigh* You just don't get it do you? This is a perfect opportunity for the PCP (Political Correctness Police) to spring into action. Facts are irrelevant. Anything you might say has already been taken against you and held in the worst possible light.![]()
It seems to me that you've probably never been hit by someone in a car. The first thing that runs through one's mind is "that stupid guy/woman just hit me!" (unless you can't tell if its a guy or a woman). There's nothing sexist about mentioning that it was a woman. Sexist would be if they said something about women drivers in general, but he did not.
I used to do that too!My son likes to sit by open windows to watch the dust motes float in the sun light. We had a long conversation about this a couple weeks ago, because he wanted to know what they were called, and why they were called dust motes, and why he could only see them in the sun and...
Basically, he wanted to know everything.
Today, he came running out of his room, yelling "Mom! I'm watching the fuzz doots! They're flying! Fuzz doots fly, Mom!"
It took a minute to figure out he was talking about dust motes. I like his term for them better.
Fuzz doots.
...that's all.
My son likes to sit by open windows to watch the dust motes float in the sun light. We had a long conversation about this a couple weeks ago, because he wanted to know what they were called, and why they were called dust motes, and why he could only see them in the sun and...
Basically, he wanted to know everything.
Today, he came running out of his room, yelling "Mom! I'm watching the fuzz doots! They're flying! Fuzz doots fly, Mom!"
It took a minute to figure out he was talking about dust motes. I like his term for them better.
Fuzz doots.
...that's all.