I pulled up behind a pickup truck on South Milam Street, and noticed its grey tailgate was wider than my windshield. To tell the truth, I was annoyed and at the moment, being what my kids have called “judge-y.”

Not only could I not see the stop light over the F-150 but the Azure Gray Metallic finish was polished to such a high shine that it projected the sun’s rays right into my eyes. I’m pretty sure the driver of the Ford heard my eyes roll, even with the windows rolled up inside my Chev...