10 ft. of trim in a 9-ft. car.
On my way to work one day, I stopped at my local home center to buy trim for my daughter's bedroom. I folded down the back seat in my car and ran the pieces of trim through the trunk, resting the front ends on the dashboard. I slammed the trunk shut, then recoiled in horror at the sound of breaking glass. The trim was too long for the car, and the slamming trunk acted like a battering ram, shoving the trim through the windshield. My little trim project suddenly got a lot more expensive--and my car was impossible to drive with a shattered windshield.
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|Publication:||The Family Handyman|
|Article Type:||Brief article|
|Date:||Jul 1, 2009|
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