Fucking hell. We're at the Flying J in Lowell, Indiana. We've stopped here to have our driver's side mirror replaced. We were on SR-2 east-bound when a west-bound truck clipped our mirror. Took it clean off; bracket and all. We're still not quite sure what happened; did he lean in on us, or did we lean in on him? All I know is that our day is royally fucked up.