Flying Rocks

I am used to the occasional piece of gravel flying up and hitting my windshield, but while driving a rental car a real rock flew up and hit the windshield. I saw the rock coming towards me. Almost in slow motion. It got bigger as it got closer. Oh my gosh, that’s a big rock. There was no crack, or even a blemish on the glass. I was surprised. And relieved.

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