. or harden it so the first heavy pedal application can shatter a rotor and there goes the brakes. And that, my friends is no fun.A pebble pitted wind...creen loses 90% of its safety rating ... following too close can destroy a windshield and being hit in the throat by a fast moving projectile is no fun at all ... even if it is rock. Rocks killed people long before bullets.Everything broken or damaged needs to be replaced as soon as possible. Sometimes it's just not possible ... that days stages. I found a section that said "room-mates." I thought, that might be cool. I found an ad that said, roommate needed, male and under 21’s only, £100 per month. That was in my price range. I called and a man answered. I told him what happened and he told me to come on over. I took a bus to his house. When I got off the bus, I was really hoping I could get the room. It was close enough to my work, I could walk. When I got to his address it was around a side street and accessed by a service lift.. It was early, though; I stayed in my seat facing the exit the passengers were to come through, and watched fixedly, scanning each face as they came out with their carry-on's.He was there, abruptly, glancing around with the same searching look, and finding me just as I found him. I mouthed his name questioningly, and he nodded, before abruptly -- I was out of the chair and running towards him, unmindful of the stares. Non-descript; he wasn't my typical idea of a dream-man, yet it was /him/, and. Peter: I am soaking wet. Mom's gonna kill me. But hey all the climbing and swimming is making me hungry. Let's get out of here. I don't want something even worse to happen to us, by having the beehive just drop on the ground or something!! Do you where we can get something to bite?They got back into his car, drove away from the woods and the lake, and Miranda guided him on the road, towards some diner, off the side of a road. Peter parked his car at the diner's customer parking space and they.