My life flashing before my eyes
Well, not quite that bad, but close.
After pulling out of my driveway, I flipped the switch to set in motion the windshield wipers and leisurely watched the blades and wiper fluid work in harmony to expunge the dirt and leaves accumulated overnight.
Instead of a sound of the blades and fluid rubbing against the windshield, emanating from the front of my car was more like a chiseling sound. Then I knew something had gone awry: the windshield quickly and completely turned opaque within seconds.
I froze and stopped the car. Thankfully, I was still in the residential area, not on the freeway or a major surface street. I pulled over very slowly, and grabbed the squeegee to scrub off whatever was covering the windshield.
It was not dirt, and the blades were in good shape. The windshield was caked in ice, and the blades were grinding away at it, not fluid and dirt!
Uh..hello, this is Southern California. This isn't supposed to happen here.
We do not allow ice to exist outside freezers around here.
Got back into my car and turned on the heater hoping the internal heat would melt away the ice. It took about 5 minutes.
My readers from the Midwest and the East Coast will probably get a chuckle out of this, but a chill went down my spine at the thought of this happening on the freeway with my car moving at 65 miles an hour.
Never in my 25 years in Southern California had I seen anything like this. I think I'm still in denial. Is there therapy for something like this?