People, listen to your fathers.

My father once said to me "When you're having problems with your car, and you're not sure what's wrong, start with the cheapest part." This is solid advice, advice that I'm shamed to admit that I don't normally follow. Like recently, when I waltzed into the auto parts store and requested the 95 dollar windshield wiper motor.

Had I actually thought about the problem at all, I would have realized that the problem could not be the motor, because the motor drives 2 windshield wipers, and only 1 was not working. Well, now I know that, and I'm glad you can return stuff.

Turns out that my windshield wiper transmission arm got disconnected. If you're wondering what that is, its the part on my car that provoked very many sentences that are too foul for saturday morning tv. Sentences like "Damn rice burning piece of beepity beep beep", or "This is blepity blepping bleepin stupid".

Its still not fixed, my cursing muscles were too sore to continue after a little bit.