Kyle Weiss
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So last night, it's roughly 9:30pm, we hear a car horn sounding steadily in the apartment complex some distance. Just loud enough to be irritating, just quiet enough to make us consider just ignoring it. About ten minutes goes by. Then twenty. Just out of curiosity, I go to investigate.
Apparently some old Chevy pickup ('75 - '81 Sierra/Silverado, something) had the steering wheel spring switch (or however they made them in those trucks, I assume it was likely all the same technology) fail, and thus, the horn started blaring with no one inside, the doors locked, and the owner nowhere to be found.
There's a small crowd milling nervously around the truck, some pissed dickhead guys talking about how they should break the window and shut it off, other people calling the police on the cell phones, others just standing there. I ask one gal who's truck it is, and she didn't know, nor did anyone else. I said, "I'll fix this." I walked to the truck.
I knew those older trucks had pretty widely-spaced grill "bars" (the plastic kind) and the horns were mounted on a metal bar just in front of the radiator. I reached in and yanked the connecting wire off of the horn's mount (easily put right again). People were STUNNED. I got a round of applause from most of them. Life went back to normal.
I didn't have to break anything, I probably saved the truck's owner a broken window and a dead battery, the citizens of the complex got a night of sleep, and I got to finish my movie in peace. No problem.
I just don't get why it was that hard. People these days.
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Apparently some old Chevy pickup ('75 - '81 Sierra/Silverado, something) had the steering wheel spring switch (or however they made them in those trucks, I assume it was likely all the same technology) fail, and thus, the horn started blaring with no one inside, the doors locked, and the owner nowhere to be found.
There's a small crowd milling nervously around the truck, some pissed dickhead guys talking about how they should break the window and shut it off, other people calling the police on the cell phones, others just standing there. I ask one gal who's truck it is, and she didn't know, nor did anyone else. I said, "I'll fix this." I walked to the truck.
I knew those older trucks had pretty widely-spaced grill "bars" (the plastic kind) and the horns were mounted on a metal bar just in front of the radiator. I reached in and yanked the connecting wire off of the horn's mount (easily put right again). People were STUNNED. I got a round of applause from most of them. Life went back to normal.
I didn't have to break anything, I probably saved the truck's owner a broken window and a dead battery, the citizens of the complex got a night of sleep, and I got to finish my movie in peace. No problem.
I just don't get why it was that hard. People these days.
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