I replaced my windshield last week.
that's right, folks. if you've been counting, that's 5 months i been ridin' dirty. In that time i had to replace a headlight, tail light, windshield wipers and of course, that furshlugginer windshield. multiple reminders that i be ridin' dirty.
from the month of November jusque'a last week, i've been very conscientious of the po-po...leery would be a better word. i've often leered. i didn't want to get caught. i knew i was doing wrong and didn't do anything to fix it. even when my right tail light went out i altered my route to make as many left turns as possible. what's that say, my friends? GUILTY!
all these things are true, by the way. but all is good now, so double jeopardy, right?
so last week the fine people at AOK windshield fixed up my windshield (and it is looking dapper, thank you) and i say to myself, "alright. now we're on the right track."
of course, i still needed to do the deed (state inspections, people), so i was still illegal. can you guess what happened next??
a) stopped by the po-pos and got a ticket?
b) got hit by another rock while pulling out of the driveway?
d) made it to the inspection station and am legal now?
cliff hanger!!
though i considered all those possibilities multiple times, the correct answer is d (of course it's D. have you met my family?).
what happened when i got my car inspected; when i finally faced my months of malfeasance; when i abided (abode? aboded? about?) by the law?
it's funny i should ask. a curious thing happened when i righted what i once wronged. the cloud was lifted. i was set free. there was no fear. i wasn't altering my route. i was driving how i was operating a vehicle how it was intended to be operated.
then i reflected...
...then i went to Confession.
such is the beauty of the sacramental vision.
Peace,
Daytona
