(Picture this scene on repeat — that was today.)
My car horn has started honking spontaneously. It’s a part in the steering wheel that has gone bad, but in order to fix it the entire airbag module has to be replaced. I don’t trust the mechanics here to do it and it’s not worth $1000 just to be able to honk at people who need to wake up on the road. For about 2 months I went without a horn because Josh figured out how to cut the connection so it wouldn’t wake up the neighborhood every morning at 5:30 when I would drive to bring Calvin to soccer practice. (Just putting the key in the ignition would cause it to start honking continuously.)
Finally this week, the mechanic came and picked up our car to fix the horn problem. They rewired it and instead of hooking it up to a separate button as originally planned, they hooked up the leads to the original (faulty) sensors. I’m not sure how they thought it was fixed because the very first time I turned on the car, it blared at me until I banged on the steering wheel hard enough to make it stop.
Carter and I were driving home today and the horn was blasting — no matter which way I pulled at the steering wheel panel and how hard I bashed it, it wouldn’t stop. Picture me driving down the road with a horn out of control, looking like I’ve lost my mind as I’m punching the center of my steering wheel. I guess it was funny enough that Carter took a video of (one small part of) it.