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The fall foliage spectacular is just kicking in as this
was shot in late October 1999. Interstate 684 hasn't given me
too many memories, having been on it all of two round trips,
but one of them was most memorable. It was around Thanksgiving
1997 and I was driving upstate with my honey in my previous "motor
vehicle" and I use the term reluctantly. It was raining
and as we got onto 684 northbound, I thought I heard strange
noises from the windshield wipers. It sounded like they were
banging something. It soon dawned on me that the left blade seemed
to be going too far before it reversed; all the way to the windshield's
edge. I opened the drivers window to see if I could hear the
noise clearer when all of a sudden, the blade and its arm come
flying around the edge of the window, right into my side window
like some demented movie monster, attacking me. Needless to say
that was the end of that trip. We had to sweat out the return
trip to White Plains in occasionally heavy rain, without the
benefit of the wipers. Being a late Sunday afternoon, there were
no places open to replace the wiper controls. It was the late
Grand Marquis. Ford sucks. What can I say? |
