I had forgotten some of the pleasures of a Summer Evening drive in Hoosierland. You know-- the corn towering so high on both sides the road, creating a green tunnel through which one hurtles toward the destination. The glare of the sunlight through the windshield as the sun lowers directly to the driver's eye level. The bugs. Oh, the kabillion bugs confronting the vehicle, yet, as the spouse says, "they won't have the guts to do that again." But their legions of comrades will.
So, on the two hour drive home last night, I stopped twice to wash and clean the windshield. Yes, indeed. One had best have towels and water, and detergent, too. Arrived safely home, parked in the driveway. Tired. Went in, flopped to rest a bit. Ten minutes before dark, back to the car, wash water and terry towel. Clean those things off, for tomorrow they will have embedded themselves more or less permanently into the finish.
The joys of evening drives in the Hoosierland summer.