The blessings of carburated engines include the wonders of vapor-lock, and sure enough, on the one day I had pledged her service, I couldn't get her going again to save my life. After about 6 or 7 cranks, the battery decided it wasn't strong enough to play ball much any more, so I had to call in the cavalry. There's a Goodyear shop in the strip mall, and they were kind enough to send a jump box and a tech over to the edge of the parking lot, where we gave the starter some extra juice and held the throttle open to get her started....Whew!
It's also hard to see from these pictures, but the wiper arm I'd looked so hard for was painted and attached this week, and is mostly hidden from view by the wiper fascia I reinstalled on the night before the parade. Oddly enough, the new driver's-side blade sits just a smidge higher up on the windshield than the passenger-side blade, but I'm not complaining. At least I'll be able to see if I ever get caught in the rain.
