The Jetta has been serving me nicely, and has been much more pleasant to live in since I began making small improvements–updating the tape deck, installing bluetooth, new tires, installing headrests, removing the 14lbs of dog hair, etc.
But yesterday, it rebelled against all the gentrification. I went into a shop with a fine, clear windshield. Came back out from the shop to a big-ass crack right up the middle.
girl at large 
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