A Tale of a Man and His Horn
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A Tale of a Man and His Horn
So here's my story that for whatever reason has taken almost a year for me to share with you guys.
A couple of years ago when work was plentiful and I had what I thought of as disposable income, the PMS got me, and on top of all of the other mods I have done, I decided to put on a set of train horns from Siege Engineering. I figured for a couple hundred bucks I could have a little fun. Now I have rules mind you. I won't honk at old people. I would hate to cause a heart attack (though my friends that live in Florida say, "screw that, them old people can't drive) I don't honk at anyone on a motorcycle unless it's absolutely necessary, and I won't honk at anybody riding a bicycle on the road. (unless I'm sure there's not anyone behind me that could possibly run them over when they fall.) That being said, these horns WERE the gift that keeps on giving. I've had people next to me in cars eating a burrito, and when I blast them they smash it in their face. I've had, like you all have, some numbnut crossing the street in front of me at a red light when their sigh clearly says "DON'T WALK" but they cross anyway, giving me that defiant "whachyougonnado?" look. Those are the best. Their eyes bug out, they somehow miraculously instantly elevate about a foot in the air, and then they run. I love that. Kids freaking out and running away, teenage girls that shriek almost as loud as the horns themselves. Oh and yes, the UPS man. Then one day, instead of the normal blast of awesomeness, I his the horn and got a really sick sounding squeal. WTF??? What happened to my pride and joy?? So I pulled them off, with the plan to take them apart, and just clean them out. I figured there was something in the diaphragms or something. But the screws were all corroded and I couldn't get them to come apart. DAMN. So I drove around for a couple of days with the boring old factory horn, but it just wasn't the same, I had lost my drive to drive. So back on line I went. Since I already had the compressor and all, it wasn't that expensive to get just the horns themselves. So I ordered what I thought to be the same set that I already had. A couple days later, the UPS man sees me driving down the street. He stops me and says I can save him a trip across town, then he hands me a box. He saw the smile on my face and asked if it was a new toy. "Replacement horns" I tell him. He responds with "If I would've known that, I would've sent them back and said you refused them" HAHAHAHAAA!! I WIN!!! So I drive around for about oh, 2 or 3 minutes before I hit a red light. I just have to open the box. I'll feel better with my babies sitting there next to me. Then I notice. This is a pretty big box for a little set of horns. I cut it open, reach inside, and almost have a heart attack myself. I pull out the biggest baddest set of horns I've ever seen in person. Twice the size of the old ones. OOPS!! But what can I do? Unfortunately, I had 3 more appointments that day, for the next 4 hours. Then I started to worry. What if they wouldn't fit under the truck?? But when I got home I got to work and made them fit. HOLY CRAP!!! These things kick butt. And the rest as they say is history. Just to help you appreciate my excitement, I'm adding a few pics.
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A couple of years ago when work was plentiful and I had what I thought of as disposable income, the PMS got me, and on top of all of the other mods I have done, I decided to put on a set of train horns from Siege Engineering. I figured for a couple hundred bucks I could have a little fun. Now I have rules mind you. I won't honk at old people. I would hate to cause a heart attack (though my friends that live in Florida say, "screw that, them old people can't drive) I don't honk at anyone on a motorcycle unless it's absolutely necessary, and I won't honk at anybody riding a bicycle on the road. (unless I'm sure there's not anyone behind me that could possibly run them over when they fall.) That being said, these horns WERE the gift that keeps on giving. I've had people next to me in cars eating a burrito, and when I blast them they smash it in their face. I've had, like you all have, some numbnut crossing the street in front of me at a red light when their sigh clearly says "DON'T WALK" but they cross anyway, giving me that defiant "whachyougonnado?" look. Those are the best. Their eyes bug out, they somehow miraculously instantly elevate about a foot in the air, and then they run. I love that. Kids freaking out and running away, teenage girls that shriek almost as loud as the horns themselves. Oh and yes, the UPS man. Then one day, instead of the normal blast of awesomeness, I his the horn and got a really sick sounding squeal. WTF??? What happened to my pride and joy?? So I pulled them off, with the plan to take them apart, and just clean them out. I figured there was something in the diaphragms or something. But the screws were all corroded and I couldn't get them to come apart. DAMN. So I drove around for a couple of days with the boring old factory horn, but it just wasn't the same, I had lost my drive to drive. So back on line I went. Since I already had the compressor and all, it wasn't that expensive to get just the horns themselves. So I ordered what I thought to be the same set that I already had. A couple days later, the UPS man sees me driving down the street. He stops me and says I can save him a trip across town, then he hands me a box. He saw the smile on my face and asked if it was a new toy. "Replacement horns" I tell him. He responds with "If I would've known that, I would've sent them back and said you refused them" HAHAHAHAAA!! I WIN!!! So I drive around for about oh, 2 or 3 minutes before I hit a red light. I just have to open the box. I'll feel better with my babies sitting there next to me. Then I notice. This is a pretty big box for a little set of horns. I cut it open, reach inside, and almost have a heart attack myself. I pull out the biggest baddest set of horns I've ever seen in person. Twice the size of the old ones. OOPS!! But what can I do? Unfortunately, I had 3 more appointments that day, for the next 4 hours. Then I started to worry. What if they wouldn't fit under the truck?? But when I got home I got to work and made them fit. HOLY CRAP!!! These things kick butt. And the rest as they say is history. Just to help you appreciate my excitement, I'm adding a few pics.
[IMG]file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Horns/031408%20025.jpg[/IMG]
[IMG]file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Horns/031408%20027.jpg[/IMG][IMG]file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Horns/031408%20026.jpg[/IMG]
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Blast away young man!!
OOOHHHH... I just had an idea. You need a "prime" button for the horns... this "prime" would start a dash-mounted video camera in to record, mode... THEN... DROP DA HAMMAH!!! pics are great, video is wonderful!!
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I had another, million-dollar idea that I will share with you guys, because I will probably never get off of my duff and actually do it.
Install a high-powered, reasonably-high-fidelity speaker under the hood, or somewhere up front. Like a PA horn. Then, record the sound of screeching tires onto a ROM chip, so that pressing the big red button on your dashboard activates it. This would be perfect for arrogant pedestrians.
Install a high-powered, reasonably-high-fidelity speaker under the hood, or somewhere up front. Like a PA horn. Then, record the sound of screeching tires onto a ROM chip, so that pressing the big red button on your dashboard activates it. This would be perfect for arrogant pedestrians.
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brings back fond memories
Years ago we had a so called "fuel shortage". I used my motorcycle to commute the 30 miles to and from work. I was on the 4 to midnite shift with the company at that time. I had to ride home after midnite with all the drunks on the road. I was constantly being forced to watch out for all the idiots that did not use their mirrors when they made lane changes. I decided to mount a small set of airhorns on the bike. I gained a whole lot of respect when using them to let these idiots know when they had cut me off on the freeway. I miss not having them any more.
Nick
Nick