When we bought the CTBNL we knew it had several minor blemishes on the exterior. David was apologetic about those conditions, but he needn’t have been, the Emperor’s exterior had it share of scuffs, scratches, chips and dings, so we were used to overlooking minor surface imperfections.
The one thing that we did have trouble overlooking was a small stone chip in the windshield, about in the center, both horizontally and vertically. I thought if I gave it a few weeks I might be able to get used to it and it would ‘disappear’, but Donna said, “Why don’t you see how much it would be to fix?”
There are only a couple places in town that do auto glass, so I called one. I explained the problem as best I could and he said, “That sounds like a (I forget the term), we probably won’t be able to repair that. But bring it in and we’ll look at it to be sure.” The place is located on the busy south side of town and right after work would be peak traffic, so I really didn’t want do that. As it happens the other shop is a mere one block off of our usual route to and from work, so I decided to stop there instead and have them look at it.
Last Thursday we stopped at B & B Glass on the way home. When we get there, there is a guy in the office on the phone and he holds up his index finger, the universal sign of I’ll be with you in a minute. When he hangs up he comes out front with us, looks at the windshield and says, “That might be fixable, but we don’t do that. I can give you a guy’s number that will do it for you.”
Donna and I follow him back inside so he can get a piece of paper and he finishes the thought with, “Something that size and shape might not hold for long, he charges $50, but it is probably worth a try.” Not knowing, so out of curiosity I ask, “Well, how much is a new one?” “$250,” comes the reply. I look at Donna and say, “Why spend 20% of the cost of the new one on something that may or may not work?” She looks at me and then she looks at the guy and asks, “When can you do it?” He says, “Not tomorrow, how’s Monday?” Sounded good to us.
Monday morning, we drive two cars and we stop at the glass place. I toss the keys through the slot and hop in the Sonata. Work passes slowly, but it is finally done and we drive back to the glass place. As we get close we can see a silver Miata parked out front, good, must be finished. I park the Purple Whale right next to it and hop out to look. No chip, but when I look around the edges of the glass it just doesn’t look right. They’ve used some generic gasket, but worse still there are gaps in the two upper corners between the end of the gasket and the windshield frame. You can see the black sealant underneath. Not good.
So I walk inside and find the guy and tell him I’m not happy. He comes out with me and I point to the corners and tell him the gasket doesn’t even look like the right one. “We used the one that came with the glass,” he tells me. I say, “Either way, it looks like this glass has to come up further to the top and how about we get an OEM gasket?” “OK, can you leave it overnight?” “No problem,” I say, “Just keep it the shop or at least inside the fence.”
Did they think I wouldn’t notice the gaps?
to be continued…