In late 1965 (with my Ace shivering under a coat of snow over its MG Mitten at Fort Devens, MA), I was driving a VW Beetle to Washington, D.C.
In a pouring rain under a freeway underpass in New Jersey sat another Ace, top up, lights on and exhaust puffing.
I made a U and pulled in behind it. The driver got out and said "Doggone wipers quit."
I asked him to open the hood, reached in and re-attached the wiper cable housing to the wiper motor and instantly became the magic mechanic.
They were from fairly locally in NJ and I stopped for a nice visit on my way back. Nice guys with a brother who had been badly burned racing a Sprite.
I lost contact with them (Vietnam and all that), but maybe someone who knows them comes here.