Started off on a good note, the mother-in-law came out of ICU today.
Heading on down to the fun show, it's snowing and raining in Everett, got cut off by an asshat fucktard who dove in on me right before the eastbound Hwy2 offramp.
Stuck behind the jackass doing 35mph when the windshield wipers quit working.
Fuck me, now the snow is sticking to the windshield and I can't see shit.
I have my arm out the window (ala The Blues Brothers) wiping the side of the windshield with my hand so I can see.
Get over to the right of the Hwy, a little past where the right lane ends, put on the emergency flashers, get out and survey the situation.
Thought I was going to have to draw down on some of those assholes who didn't understand what the fuck a "lane ends, merge left" sign means.
Check the fuse, that's not the problem.
Fuck, the wiper motor is fucked.
Turn the ignition switch on, hit the wipers, I can hear the motor running but noe wipers, and now I can hear a lound "clunk" coming from under the front cowl.
The wiper arm linkage is either broken or disconnected.
R-32 calls, I tell him what the problem is, he is full of ideas on how to fix it.
I am getting worried about the fucktards who are getting close to me, so I tell him (I'll let him tell you what I said to him - )
Fuck, it, "I limp on down the shoulder on the rim" (song reference: What song does that lyric come from?) to the Eby slough exit and park it under the bridge.
R-32 comes with his 3 foot tall plastic toolbox.
We open it up to look for a cresent wrench to remove the wiper arms, all there is in the box is a bunch of junk with some crap thrown in for good measure.
Good thing R-32 had his Gerber and I had my tire iron.
Get the plastic cowl removed and see the problem, the linkage has fallen off.
R-32 fixes it, op-check it and after 20 wipes it falls off again.
We fuck with it for 10 minutes, then deciede to carry on to Monroe.
It actually stays on for 20 miles or so, then it falls off.
By this time it's stopped raining and snowing so hard, so we press on to the fun show.
Stop to eat, R-32 is in love with the waitresses boobies.
Go to Shucks to buy some zip ties to zip tie it together, get back to the truck, that idea does not work.
R-32 suggests a bungee cord, I don't have one small enough, R-32 does.
We get the wiper arms tied up with the bungee cord, it looks like it will hold.
Go into the show and see the same crap I saw yesterday.
R-32 buys some serious Fudd ammo (Ruger .204).
R-32 leaves me his toolbox (the Gerber tool) and I take off.
It's snowing and raining again, so I set the wiper on intermittant/slow.
It holds together, I stop in Marysville to gas up, buy some Rain-X and put it on.
Rain-X works great, don't need the wipers as long as I am moving over 50 mph.
Get to Smokey Point and it stops raining.
Got home, had to use the wipers a little bit more.
Everything looks good.
Gotta call up Nissan tomorrow to buy a couple of plastic snap ends for the metal ball rods on the wiper linkage arms.
Did you sell the rifle????
FuckityFuckFuckFuckFUCKIT!Fuck!... WHY DONT YOU GET THE FUCK OFF THE PHONE SO I CAN GET THE FUCK OFF THE FREEWAY!
Im just glad you were able to make it home...
Did you also run it to some old drunk chick and fellar with green teeth.
My day yesterday. Note: I decide to skip the funshow today as they don't sell primers at the Monroe show. WTF is up with that?
5am. Wake, SS&S, roll out from Mill Creek to Tacoma. Race sailboat from Tacoma AROUND Vashon island in the snow. break boat gear to the tune of major bucks. 6pm, deliver boat from Tacoma back to Shilshole. Arive 9pm frozen with snow on deck. I've never been to a January LCR but I imagine this is what it feels like minus the booze. Buddy gives me ride back to Tacoma so I can retrive rig. Drive back to Mill Creek, and lights out at 11:45PM. Stayed home all day today right next to the heater
And I'm still glad I got the hell out of Kalifornia
The Charlie Daniels Band
I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radi-o ...
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go.
Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn.
Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me
And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you just stay right where you're at
And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go.
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car?
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?"
Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.
Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
And I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son."
And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath.
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair
And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man."
"Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan."
He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said; "Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for president."
"He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said; "Now, just wait a minute, Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life."
"I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife."
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks
And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.
Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.
When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.
Winter Vashon Race is I think is the coldest I have ever been. I remember watching a boat get de-masted one winter vashon I don't remember the year. Pretty scary. I used to Race on PERSUASION.. The Owner sold about 3 years ago I've been warm ever since. I would like to get on a boat though. D
Gotta order them from France. 8-12 weeks!
Pretty damn close to what I told him!
Well that explains why I didn't see him for breakfast. Bet you wished you'd stayed home in bed!
I found the parts I need on line and in stock.
It'll cost more for the shipping than for the parts to fix it.
Nice thing about the internet, but International shipping can be a bitch. China or France?
Did you just get complete arms with the snaps, or did you go for the plastic snaps alone?
Nissan only sells the complete assembly.
$16 from the dealer, $8 on line.
I needed it, so the wallet is $16 dollars lighter.
I could have bought both link arms with shipping for $$27.
6 gallons of gas and 6 hours of my time plus $32 and tax from the dealer.