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 ·
.......so here's something to cheer everyone up
Don't Fart in Bed
This is a story about a couple who had been happily
married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the
husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The
noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and
make her gasp for
air.
Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off
because
it
was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was
perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned
that
one
day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to
rip them out! Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the
turkey
for
dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where
she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the
spare
parts
and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went
upstairs
where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed
covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and
emptied
the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Some time later she heard
her
husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood
curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the
bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the
floor
laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she
had gotten him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her
husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of
horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the
matter. He said, "Honey,
you
were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to
you."
"What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that
one
day
I
would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But
by
the
grace of God, some Vaseline, and these two fingers, I think I got
most
of them back in."
CheerZ,
Andy