Friday, September 25, 2009

I don't want to toot my own horn... no really, I don't!

So last Saturday morning, I spent a good amount of time with Dad trying to fix the horn on my car. I wanted to take it in to get it registered, and I knew the horn didn't work. After about 2 hours and taking apart the car's electrical system, Dad got it to work. I know, I saw him do it.
So then I am off on my merry little way to get my car registered. As I am pulling my car into the inspection bay, the horn decides that it has a few things to say, and is very angry about it. And it wouldn't stop. I eventually had to pop the hood, jump out of the car, and unplug the horn. I took about 2 minutes to adjust some things, to the point where it was working again. But man, I sure got some great looks.
Anyway, I failed the inspection, but not because of the horn, though I'm sure that didn't exactly make a good first impression with the inspection staff. In any case, it's working now, and it doesn't stick anymore.