What better way to spend a Holy Day then with some time alone with your thoughts? Right? I’m okay with that, but not when it is forced on you by the car stereo gods.
Raise your hand if you have ever made your 45 minute commute with the stereo off by choice? Bueller….Bueller?
You sir, in the back with your hand up? Yes, the Amish gentleman! Sorry, your vote does not count since you shouldn’t have a car stereo.
My Friday was rolling along great until I turned the key in the ignition and the stereo did not bring me my usual sound. No ESPN to listen to and get annoyed with the non-sports talk of Mike and Mike. No lousy DJ’s to listen to. No CD’s to listen to. NOTHING
I thought it might have a chance since the lights were on, just no sound or display. So, I did the next logical thing in my troubleshooting. Beat the living crap out of it. My dad used to do that in his 1978 Toyota Carolla and it seemed to work just fine. The dashboard had a big crack down the middle, but it was an effective way to negotiate with the stereo from what I saw.
About ten minutes from the office I stopped at a light and decided to try pushing the buttons again in hopes it would magically wake up. I noticed the lights were now off, it had drifted off and was gone. I would ask for a moment of silence, but I have already had 45 minutes of silence today.
Off to do some car stereo shopping.
Have a good weekend.