Remember my post way back regarding how much I love my car MP3 player? Well our precious love comes at a price. Removing the factory deck in a GM car disables a bunch of stuff. Namely door chimes, battery rundown protection, the warning you get when you leave the keys in the ignition and lastly the whole point of this second post; the chime that tells you that your headlights were left on.
Soon after I had written the first post I made today I decided to leave early for work so I could stop in at a local car audio shop to pick up some replacement components for my car system. Well I sat down in the car and turned the ignition. Nothing. Ever see the movie “The Whole Nine Yards”? Remember at the beginning when he gets in to his car after an exchange with his wife and her mom? That was totally me.
I went running down the street screaming for help from the neighbors that I never speak to. Luckily I found one willing to help me… Don’t remember his name. Not important. Anyways. He pulls up to my car and I do the universal gesture for “STOP MOVING YOU SUNNAVABITCH” because he was perilously close to actually making contact with my car. So he gives it a little gas and his car moves forward and bends my front plate holder in a little. I cringed so hardcore that I was actually suspended in mid-air in the fetal position. He comes out and says:”Oh, you should have told me I was close enough”. I would have killed him if I hadn’t needed him to boost me. Although his car was already there and running… I didn’t have time to dispose of a body at that point anyway.
Soon after I had written the first post I made today I decided to leave early for work so I could stop in at a local car audio shop to pick up some replacement components for my car system. Well I sat down in the car and turned the ignition. Nothing. Ever see the movie “The Whole Nine Yards”? Remember at the beginning when he gets in to his car after an exchange with his wife and her mom? That was totally me.
I went running down the street screaming for help from the neighbors that I never speak to. Luckily I found one willing to help me… Don’t remember his name. Not important. Anyways. He pulls up to my car and I do the universal gesture for “STOP MOVING YOU SUNNAVABITCH” because he was perilously close to actually making contact with my car. So he gives it a little gas and his car moves forward and bends my front plate holder in a little. I cringed so hardcore that I was actually suspended in mid-air in the fetal position. He comes out and says:”Oh, you should have told me I was close enough”. I would have killed him if I hadn’t needed him to boost me. Although his car was already there and running… I didn’t have time to dispose of a body at that point anyway.
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