Instead, let’s get down to brass tacks: Your windshield is not just a piece of glass. It can also be your travel companion, permanently bug-splattered or even turn into your worst nightmare. The environment in Myrtle Beach Windshield repair makes this clearer than anywhere else you’re likely to look around at all day. Put salt air together with stray golf balls and the occasional diving, truly p* ed-off pelican and windscreens down here take quite a beating.
Take Sarah, one Myrtle Beach local surfer, as an example. Last summer a pebble kissed her windshield on Ocean Boulevard; 24 hours later that “kiss” had turned into a crack running even longer than the line at an all-you-can-eat pancake house. “I let it go,” she chuckles. “Big mistake. Before I knew it, my windshield looked like it had a lightning bolt through it.”
And anyway, little chips aren’t just unattractive. When heat from the South Carolina sun gets on them, they expand. When it’s cold, they contract. Like your windshield’s doing yoga without asking. Myrtle Beach repair shops see this kind of thing every day. “We’ve fixed chips caused by everything from golf carts to flying flip-flops,” says Mike, an employee at one of the Boardwalk’s nearby shops.
The cure? Quicker than a plate of hushpuppies at a local seafood joint. Resin goes into the chip, cures under UV light, gets polished smooth. No taking off parts away from your car. No waiting all morning. Some will even come to you. (Even if that means the sand of the beach parking lot.)
But timing is key. If you wait too long, that chip becomes a crack, and then you’re not fixing–you’re replacing. And nobody wants to spend money on a new windshield that could be spent instead on near mini golf courses and salt water goods.
Myrtle Beach repair crews are like windshield whisperers. They’ve seen it all: sandblasted glass from nor’easters, cracks shaped like South Carolina itself, even a gull hit that left feathers and a bullseye. “One guy rolled up here with a crack full of seashells,” Mike snickers. “His kids reckoned it was ‘art.’”
Prices vary, but many jobs come in at around the price of a good dinner in town. Insurance often covers it, minus your deductible. “Insider” Tip: look over your policy before you head out for that next beach ramble.
Oh, and for those among you who may prefer to Do It Yourself: Those kits in gas stations? They’re like putting Band-Aids on bullet wounds. Without the right tools you’ll just end up with a hazy mess that looks worse than you started with.
So the next time rock connects with glass, don’t bury your face in the sand. Myrtle Beach has your back – and your windshield. Because driving with a broken picture is like building sandcastles during rain. You might just as well not bother, it’s risky and it’s a bit pathetic.