Ever notice how you never find yourself guessing the particular vintage of your windshield wipers until you're hurtling down the interstate in 70 mile an hour sideways rain? If I'm not mistaken, these are Unit 4's inaugural pair - a factory set of streamlined squeegees from the turn of the 20th century. That's well over 100 thousand miles ago - not to mention 750 press conferences, umpteen wild goose-chases, a half-dozen mountain trips, a handful of hurricanes, at least a few blizzards and one v-e-r-y long drive to Chattanooga with Bob Buckley riding shotgun. By Jove, I think my chariot deserves some new blades, and I'm gonna get right on it...the very next time it rains.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Note to Self
Ever notice how you never find yourself guessing the particular vintage of your windshield wipers until you're hurtling down the interstate in 70 mile an hour sideways rain? If I'm not mistaken, these are Unit 4's inaugural pair - a factory set of streamlined squeegees from the turn of the 20th century. That's well over 100 thousand miles ago - not to mention 750 press conferences, umpteen wild goose-chases, a half-dozen mountain trips, a handful of hurricanes, at least a few blizzards and one v-e-r-y long drive to Chattanooga with Bob Buckley riding shotgun. By Jove, I think my chariot deserves some new blades, and I'm gonna get right on it...the very next time it rains.
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The guys at Jiffy Lube sell my boss a set for my company van about every two months. Today I was glad they do.
Thanks for reminding me - although I can't abide by that six months thing. Mine on the drivers side has taken to twirling. It's very embarassing. Also, a good way to get soaked.
I think, technically, that any trip to Chattanooga is long. Period.
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