Frozen stiff, I was, drivin' right into the wind eastward along East End Avenue, and I had to raise the windshield a bit because there was ice on it

But shiver my windshield if he wasn't a professor in a college!

Spike shoved his windshield up in order to afford a vision of the icy asphalt ahead.

Stella saw the spray leap like a cascade, saw the solid green curl deep over the forward deck and engine hatch and smash the low windshield.