Panne Lives Up to Her Name

This is the depressing scene in my garage at the moment.

I'm still not sure why the windscreen wipers won't work, but it seems the linkage jammed through corrosion, which in turn burned out the motor, or possibly the switch, or possibly the wiring between. Of course the whole set-up is supposed to be protected by the fuse, which is about the only part that seems in perfect working order.

In a lifetime spent groping around old sportscars, I've never come across a more intractable problem than this one, I've gone from puzzlement to rage to resignation to a sort of zen-like detachment in the six (count them) attempts to fix this fucking problem.

Argh!