Hit the road. Leaving Hell's Canyon.
No problems. Things were smooth.
I was ripping up the mountain at about 65-70.
I actually passed 5 cars up the hill. How?
Wife texts me as I'm driving away. Tells me that it was raining at home.
Hm. Not a big deal. Bright, blue skies. Not a cloud in sight.
Get up over the pass-there it is. Huge, gray cloud heading East.
No biggie. It's no where near me.
Get cruising along a little ways and I start getting spots.
Hit the wiper switch. Nothing. Hit it again. Nothing.
Please dear God-Let the rain miss me.
Rain stops.
Get on a little ways further-light sprinkle.
Hit the switch-YAY! But the wipers only run in one speed-Super slow.
Wiper blades are worn to shit too. Stops raining.
Little ways further-more sprinkling. Turn wipers on.
They make a few passes until the driver's wiper flies off the windscreen and gets stuck in the mirror.
FUUUUCK! I turn the wipers off and fight the wind to get the wiper back on the glass.
Didn't hit anymore rain after that. But this is how my wiper sits as of now.
Haven't looked at it too hard but can't really see a way into the wiper linkage. I'll have all day to mess with it tomorrow.