You are racing along the 401, your hair blowing through your hair, and–snap–some punkie pebble comes and breaks your harmony. That small crack in the…

You’re cruising the DVP, coffee in hand, and ping! a pebble smacks your windshield. One second it’s a tiny star, the next week it’s a…

You back out of a tight spot in Yorkville, hear that sickening crunch, and suddenly your driver-side mirror is hanging by a wire or gone…

You’re loading groceries at Costco and crash the tailgate slips and your back glass explodes into a thousand pieces. Or maybe some idiot smashed it…

You’re merging onto the 401 in rush hour, rain pounding the dash, and your lane assist just… stops. No warning beep, no gentle nudge back…