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cracked in my hatch (alabama car all its life), uncracked in my vert (los angeles car all its life until 2011).
my first car was an '88 coupe from tennessee (not sure where it spent the majority of its life, but it could've been in tennessee) and had a crackless dash, but my asshole friend popped his boot heel on the passenger side of the dash, and shortly thereafter i went to the car one morning and it had cracked from the windshield all the way down almost to the glove box. shitsucked.
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