Carmine
Old Man with a Hat
Anyone know the best source/part#/actual name for the small, nylon wiper motor bushing used in 1976? (pic below). I found them on Autozone, but a lot of Dorman parts are low-grade... thought maybe there was a better repop.
https://www.autozone.com/collision-...ing/help-wiper-arm-linkage-bushing/722730_0_0
If you want to read my boring/exciting story from about a month ago, it's copied from an email to a cousin and below the break.
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how nice it was to switch back to a big, wide car after driving a short wheelbase truck all winter… Even though it’s 42-years old and yesterday was a virtual curtain of rain, I felt quite at ease pushing into the big sweepers on I-75. (I’m sure my cop rims and new tires help.) That’s exactly what I was doing yesterday morning when I came up on a big semi in the center lane.
So I put the blinker down, mash the pedal and kick those 3-speed wipers into “spaz” setting. I’m right next to the 18-wheeler when I hear “BAM! WHAM! POW!” and I think WTF did I just hit!? Then I quickly realize I can’t see a damn thing! I mean I’m Ray Charles-Stevie Wonder BLIND! So I gently back out of the gas and I can make out the semi’s taillights leaving me behind. Thank God it was about 5 AM and there’s no one near me, I start moving to the right.
The last sign I remember seeing said “M-59, 5 miles” so that’s about how far I am from Chrysler Drive. None of the exits around here are lit, and there isn’t much when you get to the bottom. But if I stop, I will surely get blasted when somebody thinks my stopped car on the shoulder is a lane of traffic. So I creep along, just barely able to make out the right lane, and by “creep” I really mean 55-60, the bare minimum not to get rear ended. I finally recognize the blurry shape of CTC and I swear it was just muscle-memory that got me down the exit ramp. Once on the lit-up property; thankfully I could make out the garages and made it into a spot without killing anyone.
Of all the times for a stupid-*** $0.42 cent nylon bushing to fail.
I thought maybe I could make it home in the daylight, but I quickly abandoned that idea and crept back into the garage. Screw that. It’s not like I don’t have other cars. I called my dad and had him come pick me up, so I had a nice calm ride home in a new Pacifica. My dad asked “what are you going to do with your car?” and I said “I’m going to leave it in this massive parking garage like everybody else does until the tires are flat.” (Just kidding) On the way home he reminded me that back in 2000 he was driving a company minivan from Centerline to CTC and a semi lost a windshield-sized piece of ice right in front of Chrysler drive on 75. It instantly blew out his whole windshield. Like me, he straggled in. So I guess it’s genetic.
https://www.autozone.com/collision-...ing/help-wiper-arm-linkage-bushing/722730_0_0
If you want to read my boring/exciting story from about a month ago, it's copied from an email to a cousin and below the break.
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how nice it was to switch back to a big, wide car after driving a short wheelbase truck all winter… Even though it’s 42-years old and yesterday was a virtual curtain of rain, I felt quite at ease pushing into the big sweepers on I-75. (I’m sure my cop rims and new tires help.) That’s exactly what I was doing yesterday morning when I came up on a big semi in the center lane.
So I put the blinker down, mash the pedal and kick those 3-speed wipers into “spaz” setting. I’m right next to the 18-wheeler when I hear “BAM! WHAM! POW!” and I think WTF did I just hit!? Then I quickly realize I can’t see a damn thing! I mean I’m Ray Charles-Stevie Wonder BLIND! So I gently back out of the gas and I can make out the semi’s taillights leaving me behind. Thank God it was about 5 AM and there’s no one near me, I start moving to the right.
The last sign I remember seeing said “M-59, 5 miles” so that’s about how far I am from Chrysler Drive. None of the exits around here are lit, and there isn’t much when you get to the bottom. But if I stop, I will surely get blasted when somebody thinks my stopped car on the shoulder is a lane of traffic. So I creep along, just barely able to make out the right lane, and by “creep” I really mean 55-60, the bare minimum not to get rear ended. I finally recognize the blurry shape of CTC and I swear it was just muscle-memory that got me down the exit ramp. Once on the lit-up property; thankfully I could make out the garages and made it into a spot without killing anyone.
Of all the times for a stupid-*** $0.42 cent nylon bushing to fail.
I thought maybe I could make it home in the daylight, but I quickly abandoned that idea and crept back into the garage. Screw that. It’s not like I don’t have other cars. I called my dad and had him come pick me up, so I had a nice calm ride home in a new Pacifica. My dad asked “what are you going to do with your car?” and I said “I’m going to leave it in this massive parking garage like everybody else does until the tires are flat.” (Just kidding) On the way home he reminded me that back in 2000 he was driving a company minivan from Centerline to CTC and a semi lost a windshield-sized piece of ice right in front of Chrysler drive on 75. It instantly blew out his whole windshield. Like me, he straggled in. So I guess it’s genetic.
