Got a letter from my brother Mantel Man today. I don't think it
will need any explanation. Hope he won't mind the theft. You don't
mind, do you Mantel Man? (He doesn't mind.)
(Original photo stolen from mrbinfv on Flickr)
After driving the Camaro around for two years using only the rear stereo speakers, I finally got the cracked front ones replaced in time for my road trip north. It didn't cost much -- at least not monetarily.
The manager handed me the car keys and told me, "Wait a week or so before you really rock it." Hmm... a breaking-in period for stereo speakers? No problem -- I don't play my music very loudly anyway. I walked out to the car, got in, and turned the key.
I regained consciousness lying face-down about 30 feet from the car. All the windows were broken, the paint had peeled off, and the car itself seemed to have melted and re-formed as some sort of Plymouth (most of which have broken windows and no paint anyway). Well, the new speakers definitely worked. However, if they needed breaking in, it appeared that the installer had been accomplishing just that, before shutting down the car without turning the volume down. Either he forgot, or he had a twisted sense of humor.
(Original Photo stolen from samwilkinson on Flickr)
That's not the worst part: when I turned on the ignition, the radio happened to be playing something by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. SOMEBODY out there has a twisted sense of humor.
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
(Original photo stolen from mrbinfv on Flickr)
After driving the Camaro around for two years using only the rear stereo speakers, I finally got the cracked front ones replaced in time for my road trip north. It didn't cost much -- at least not monetarily.
The manager handed me the car keys and told me, "Wait a week or so before you really rock it." Hmm... a breaking-in period for stereo speakers? No problem -- I don't play my music very loudly anyway. I walked out to the car, got in, and turned the key.
I regained consciousness lying face-down about 30 feet from the car. All the windows were broken, the paint had peeled off, and the car itself seemed to have melted and re-formed as some sort of Plymouth (most of which have broken windows and no paint anyway). Well, the new speakers definitely worked. However, if they needed breaking in, it appeared that the installer had been accomplishing just that, before shutting down the car without turning the volume down. Either he forgot, or he had a twisted sense of humor.
(Original Photo stolen from samwilkinson on Flickr)
That's not the worst part: when I turned on the ignition, the radio happened to be playing something by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. SOMEBODY out there has a twisted sense of humor.
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
I’m guessing that would be referred to as an ISD. (Improvised Sound Device). You know me, always quickly on the uptake. It took a few minutes seconds before I got the speakers blew you out onto the pavement. I actually thought you had a trbl wreck. That's funny.
Posted by: Audubon Ron | December 21, 2009 at 05:47 AM
Thank goodness it wasn't The Eagles. The Dude hates The Eagles, man.
Posted by: Kathi D | December 20, 2009 at 12:50 PM
unless i am mistaken that is a 1968 roadrunner of which i had a 1969 roadrunner. except is was all the color of the right front fender of the beauty in your picture. i have one nice picture of it and it is the desktop on my computer.
i miss it.
Posted by: Bob Cleveland | December 20, 2009 at 05:37 AM