Miata Mailing List: August 1995, Message #136
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   From: phredd@infi.net
Subject: Even More Dribbling On Rain-X
   Date: Wed, 2 Aug 1995 18:36:50 -0400

>Once upon a time phredd@infi.net said:
>>
>> > (In respose to:) What the hell is Rain-X?
>>
>>         By now you've probably read some of the other responses to your
>> succinct question regarding this amazing substance. I agree with just about
>>
>>[long treatise on Rain-X, deleted for brevity]
>
>With all the interest in RainX lately, I want to add my experience.
>It _does_ work as wonderfully as indicated, but I found that once you
>apply it to a windshield, you have to keep applying it for the life of
>that glass.  If not, once it wears off and is not reapplied, the
>windshield becomes very bad in the rain, and wipers don't help much at
>all. A new application solves this, sure, and restores the usual
>properties, but its annoying to have the glass become "addicted" to
>the stuff.  I found this out on a previous car I tried RainX on, and
>there's no way I'd put the stuff on my Miata.
>
>--
>Jyri J. Virkki - 201-829-4213 - Linux: Choice of a GNU Generation



        +++  I've heard versions of this sentiment, too, but have not found
it to be the case. I've used the stuff with varying degrees of regularity
and even quit on some cars that I just didn't care much about any more. I
never found the wipers to be deficient beyond what replacing the blades
when they needed itwould fix.

        There, apparently are others who subscribe to controlled substance
theory, though.

        Years ago, whilst returning to Virginia from Tuscaloosa, Alabama
(why did I go to Tuscaloosa? . . . 1. It's a really cool name. 2. I wanted
proof that it exists.), I could see what appeared to be giant draperies
hanging in the sky from what I'd guess to be 30 or 40 miles away. When I
got there, it proved only to be the Alabama border and that Rainy Night in
Georgia. I think it was raining red clay.
        I had been neglecting the van's windshield lately and also had
forgotten to throw a bottle of Rain-X into my travel tool kit.
        I turned off the highway at what appeared to be a likely looking
spot (Starvin' Marvin's, Pearl's Pottery Shop, and a Stuckeys all at hand)
and was able to turn up a mom'n'pop auto parts store a couple of blocks
into "town."
        Ichabod Crane was on duty fully armed with a cigarette on his lip,
a cigarette on his ear, and a pack rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve.
Luckies. Short ones. A hard core user.
        I could't find the familiar taxicab yellow Rain-X display so I
asked Mr. Crane if he carried it.
        "Haaaaaaaayullllll no. Wonst ya put thet keeeeerap on you cain't
*never* git it off."
        "Why would you want to get it off?" I asked.
        "Iownno. Butcha cain't."

         Perhaps I'm missing something.

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        Fred Donour, Jr.
        XCIII RED A
        Norfolk, Virginia

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