Arriving to what should have been the fun culmination to a cold, but enjoyable camping weekend, bad luck managed to find me again. While driving at at very low rate of speed in the gravel parking lot of the horse park in Conyers a rock appeared from nowhere, struck the M6’s windshield, and cracked it. There was not another car moving in the parking lot, and I was a good distance from the road, so I am still dumbstruck how this could have happened to me. The crack is a good ten inches long, so the windshield is not repairable and will have to be replaced.
Oh. Fucking. Joy. 🤬