Yesterday, I was struck yet again. Same story, chip plus initial cracking all at once. All of these battle scars are in non-critical spots visually, which I suppose is some manner of silver lining. But with every hit, my enthusiasm for replacing that big pane of debris-magnet ("glass", some call it) dwindles.
This is no "woe is me" anecdote - the whole of Utah Valley suffers the same pain. There are some good reasons why it's such a common thing around here, as it turns out.
- Where there are mountains, there are quarries
- Where there are quarries, there are trucks carrying chunks of stone
- Where there are regulations for covering truckloads, people are lazy
This problem actually has a wonderfully-oversized solution:
Unfortunately, further arming Utah drivers would cause more trouble than it would fix.