My dad recieved a pair of Mars sunglasses as a gift from a friend for a construction job that he did in the Hamptons. For those who know this story, I'm sorry to disappoint but there was in fact a seriel number... my dad's eyesight just isn't what it used to be. Anyway, these things are 2 decades old and not worn by a collector. They were actually my father's Harley riding glasses. The lenses were peeling and the couplers were literally melted inside so the orbitals just shook around. Here, ladies and gentlemen, is the progression of magic that brought these things back to their former glory. Couldn't have done it without the help, knowledge and parts from my wonderful husband @#1 Stunna!