Ok, so anyone who knows me should realize that I don’t have the best of luck when it comes to cars. Bascially, I can identify what’s wrong by having experienced it before. For example, I know when my brakes are done when it sounds like grinding metal. And I know what a rotor looks like because I have blown one or two before. And, of course, we’ve all blown holes in an engine because we didn’t change the oil often enough…right? Right? No? Crickets? Ok…well, maybe that’s just me.
The car I am currently driving has been dubbed “the porsche” by one of my dear dear friends. And no, it is NOT a porsche…not even close. I think the only thing that could even come close is that it has windows and wheels. But how I do love this car, even with the missing side mirror and unknown mileage. However, I do miss having a horn. Trust me, it’s not like it fell off or I misplaced it…the little beep beep had to be disconnected. Here’s the story…
So working in retail during the holidays is not the greatest of times. I was leaving work one night after a fairly brutal day and was just ready to be home and not deal with people. Normal, right? So, I am driving along the highway, switching lanes and getting on to the appropriate roads. Well, here where I live, two highways kinda cross each other and I was going on the on ramp to the highway I needed. Then, some little white car zooms in front of me and cuts me off! Ugh…I was not in the mood. Naturally, I laid into this car with my horn, hoping to get my point across. Boy, did I.
My horn refuses to turn off. And it’s incredibly loud. I am sufficiently embarassed, pull over to the side of the road and turn my car off, thinking this will cause the horn to turn off and reset itself. Not so much. Even with my car turned off, the horn is still going as loud as can be. So, I sit there and think, horn blaring, and decide to keep driving. Luckily, the exit I needed to get off on was about 50 feet away. So I go ahead and take it, horn still going.
Now I am driving down two of the most dangerous roads in my city. And, of course, EVERYBODY is staring at me as I drive. Remember how I said I was embarassed before? Change that to mortified. But, I putted along down to a local auto repair store that was thankfully open still. So I park, walk inside (mind you the horn is STILL going) and find someone who works there. I then tell them “somebody needs to fix that!”
This place had a garage attached to the back of it, so we pull my car around and they get under it and disconnect the horn. Oh! I forgot…on my drive to this place I basically tear apart my steering wheel trying to find the censor for the horn…and now have a wheel that is still flapping open. I am so lucky the air bags didn’t deploy…geez!
So yeah…some nice citizen cuts me off, my horn won’t turn off, driving down a dangerous street, end up with a disconnected horn. That’s the cliff notes of this story. And let me just tell you…it’s annoying not having a horn. I think I am going to invest in an air horn…that could be fun!