Windshields Unlimited

Wow. Just plain wow.
My windshield, the rock magnet, took another hit. I was afraid this one would mean a new windshield, as it was of the star variety — not just a chip, but also several cracks going out.
I’m on my third windshield already, so I asked hubby to find a place to try and repair it, little hope as I had of avoiding a fourth windshield. (It’s not so much the cost as the difficulty of getting it installed correctly — if it doesn’t look like the original windshield, I don’t want it.)
Well, the windshield is now repaired, and I cannot find where the repair was made. Seriously. I can’t see anything at all but undamaged glass. This floored me, as previous windshield repairs over the years were definitely visible.
So, I may still have a rock magnet, but now I know who can fix it. Happy camper!