Molly's Birthday

Congrats on Molly's 198th birthday. Molly is my 1989 Ford Escort. I didn't name her, my sister did when someone gave it to her. the odometer is coming up on 99,000 miles. The sticker my oil change guy put up on the window says 100,000, but he doesn't know that we've already flipped the dial one time already. She really is a super girl. Climbs hills below 50 sometimes, has no power off the line, but starts every time and didn't cost a dime. She has her quirks, the space poop sticker my friend at NASA gave me and a passenger's side window that suffered from a bad tint job. It was only one window, the rest of it was fine or I would've done something about it sooner. The big window on the passenger door had this really odd problem with the tint as it was aging. Everyone who sat there asked me why they couldn't see through it. If you were never in my car, let me describe it the best I can. A lot of people used the word "Dali" when trying to describe it, but that's hard to imagine, really. See, you can see through it clearly, but the surface bent all the images. It wasn't like looking through bubbles, but more like everything was through wavy lines that just distorted your vision enough to make you sick if you looked long enough. Like a dumb lobster, I squinted my way through left turns that got slightly worse every day until just the other day. When Kris picked me up from work I ended up in the passenger's seat, so I peeled that crazy tint off the window. After 30 minutes of scrubbing adhesive off the window, I can see clearly through her. Happy 198,088 miles Molly. Thanks, we love you!