So after lamenting the state of affairs on something as trivial as concurs correct wiper arms yesterday I take a road trip north. To the only place on the planet allowed to have pictures of me looking like this hanging around.
There was a method in my madness. I seemed to remember oh, 25+ years ago buying more than the required two blades to restore the 1966 Mustang. Lucky for me they have not been moved in the basement and I went right to them.
Ding, ding, ding! I could probably ebay these puppies (4) for a handsome price for the trailer queen show car people. I will not. Oh, I had a wonderful supper too to boot!