Somewhere near hartford it rained so hard that I had to put my 4-ways (blinkers, hazards, whatever you call them) on and go 45. My saturn dealer warned me that the saturn refils woudlnt' work in third party wiper holders, but I couldn't remember. I found out what no the way up (the little metal things work their way loose when you put the whippers on full speed), but I was too stupid to buy third party refils in pittsburgh (out of sight, out of mind) so I couldn't put my whippers on full speed, but that's ok, because it wasn't helping anyway. There was me and this other guy going 45, and everyone else was just trudging a long, but the scaries thing was I was in the right lane and ever now and then my left tired woudl rouster tail as if it was being really close to flash flooding. since I couldn't see a thing, every time I went down hill I feared there might be a raging river to sweep me away. But I could let the guys doing 55, test it out for me.
Oh, and gotcha balls seem to have made it to the states.