Hi! Not sure if I'm correct here, just joined the group.
A solid 2 months ago I bought a lovely 1997 300ZX Z32 in a beautiful purple color. It's been a great car so far and I love it with all my soul as it's the first sports car I've owned since I am only 20 🤣
I did encounter a problem yesterday after work though. My front windshield wipers always worked with no problem, showing no signs of giving up. Then, on my way home from work, as I turned them on in the rain, they swiped once and then stopped working. I pulled over to check if turning the car on and off would solve it, which it didn't. I was able to freely move them around but as soon as they reached the top position (vertically infront of my view), they blocked there completely.
I replaced the fuse and checked the relay, both of which don't seem to have any issues. When I try to turn the wipers on, all I hear is the motor or the relay seemingly clicking twice before going quiet.
The washers however work, and tge rear wiler as well with no issues.
What could the problem be?
By
nizesnoah ·
It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35
> > > >> years of carrying the post through all kinds of weather to the
> > > >>same neighbourhood. When he arrived at the first house on his
> > > >>route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged
> > > >>and congratulated him and sent him on his way with a
> > > >>gift cheque for 50quid.
> > > >>At the second house they presented him fine Cuban
> > > >>cigars in an 18-carat gold box.
> > > >>The folks at the third house handed him a case of
> > > >>30-year old Scotch whisky.
> > > >>At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb
> > > >>blonde in her lingerie.
> > > >>She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to
> > > >> the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most
> > > >>passionate love he had ever experienced.
> > > >>When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the
> > > >>dumb blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs,
> > > >>tomatoes, bacon, sausage, beans and freshly-squeezed
> > > >>orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured
> > > >>him a cup of steaming coffee.
> > > >>As she was pouring, he noticed a five pound note
> > > >>sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All
> > > >>this was just too wonderful for words,"he said, "but
> > > >>what's the fiver for?"
> > > >>Well," said the dumb blonde, "last night, I told my
> > > >>husband that today would be your last day, and that we
> > > >>should do something special for you. I asked him what
> > > >> to give you.
> > > >> He said, "F**k him....Give him a fiver."
> > > >>"The breakfast was my idea."
> > >
> > >