The window of doooooom is no longer. The Honda dealership fixed that sucker, and now it rolls more smoothly than it has for several years. I probably shouldn’t be this excited about a piece of my car that is working like it’s supposed to, but I try to find happiness in the little things. And in this case, it means no more little Starbucks coffee drink bottles shitting up my car because I needed them as ashtrays … no more stinky car, thanks to improved air circulation … no more pulling the car back and forth so I can open the door for a drive-up window at the bank or at a restaurant.

They also fixed the thing that had been causing the car to stall. Honda installed some bad ingition switches in a whole bunch of cars in the late 1990s. When they failed, they stalled the cars out, even if you’re moving, which I generally was when the beast stopped running. I could always re-start with no trouble, but it’s been kind of a pain in the ass when your car stops running on the freakin’ freeway. So there was a recall, as I discovered last week. They did all that for nuthin.’

But I’m not yet done, thanks to the assholes who decided to chuck their empty Parrot Bay rum bottle at my car last night, shattering the side-view mirror on the driver’s side. It’s not a huge deal — the part costs about 20 bucks, and I’ll have to go back to the dealer to get it snapped on when they get the mirror in. But, golly, that’s irrtating as hell. The Wife was going to complain to her contacts with city’s police department, but, realistically, there ain’t anything they can do about it.

So the car’s mostly in good shape. And now I’m filling out brackets. My official predictions are forthcoming.