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July 22, 2018
The rain had been a few muddy smatterings and I knew the wipers had sat so long unused the washer water would be a thick crusty saline. Throwing that on the windscreen now would only make things worse. I enjoyed ranting to myself as I hunkered down behind the wheel, peering through the un-smudged strip below the wipers, looking for somewhere to steer into to stop and fix this. I was slowing fast, trying not to skid. After ticking a few spots off myself, my problems seemed to be under control; I was sorry for the bug that had landed.