O Diesel! O Lords of the Highway! O Fickle Imps, who dwelleth in my dash!
What have I done? How can I appease your wrath?
The car worked fine when I bought it. Yesterday, sometime between morning and quittin’ time, the turn signal relay died. So here I am this morning, driving along at 65 mph, window rolled down and making absurd uninterpretable arm signals to the traffic, when kerSMACK!!, my back window explodes. Actually it wasn’t so much an explosion as a sudden transformation from seamless glass to a mosaic, but it was pretty darn loud and terrifying.
I figured it was a bit of kicked-up highway debris, but no. Nothing hit my car; the window just exploded of its own accord, or more likely the rear defroster’s accord. Which shows you what I get for thinking I have a nice touch of luxury in my jalopy! Now I’ll need to knock out the pretty translucent mosaic and install some plastic wrap.
On the other hand, my turn signals are working again, hurrah!