Dear Diary:
I feel like I should be angrier than I am, but all I feel is mute resignation.
The major hailstorm tonight found my car in good condition.
It is no longer in good condition.
Judging from the three holes in the tempered glass, and the four dents on the trunk lid, the hailstone broke up during the fall and became a cluster bomb. It impacted with so much energy, there were fragments of glass and tint all the way up on the front dashboard and floorboard. I am in awe.
At least it wasn’t my front window. Fuck.
I was outside (under shelter) watching the hailstorm during the worst of it, and I think I heard the stone that did my car in. There’s a certain POK! sound when tempered glass is shattered. I heard that sound. I had hoped it wasn’t my own.
There will be a lot of claims filed in Austin this week, so I have no idea how far out until I’ll have this repaired. I filed a claim shortly after cleaning up the car and showering off the shards of glass. Until then, I have a blue tarp covering the window (at least I had the foresight to buy a set years ago). I’ll have no choice but to drive like an old man until I no longer need the tarp taped to my car and pinned in the doors.
And the kicker is that I have an appointment at the tire shop tomorrow morning for new tires, and I need to buy a new battery. I’ve also been wanting to have my tint redone, but was worried about the techs damaging the painted rear window defroster lines. Now I don’t have that concern. They’ll have fresh glass to work with. Upsides, I guess.
Civic of Theseus.