I left work, and once I got on the highway there was a short with the horn connection. Every time I turned the steering wheel -even a little bit-the horn would blare. Not really having any options until I got off the highway in 4 exits I began waving at everyone who looked at me when the horn beeped. Some folks waved back, especially if I smiled and waved like I knew them. I got off my exit and figured my best bet was to head to the Redneck Bar to get help with figuring out how to fix the wayward beeping. It was a mile and a half to the bar, but naturally I got stuck behind a big truck going 15mph. As the Mustang beeped every time I moved the wheel I figured the other drivers thought I was some unreasonably irritable twit from the North who couldn't bear to drive at such a pace. (round these parts if someone drives 5-15mph it's accepted that it's what they're use to having learned how to drive on a John Deere.) By the time I got to the bar everyone was lined up in the parking lot, some doubled over with laughter. Those that weren't incapacitated with mirth cheered as I pulled in.
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I rebuilt a '66 Mustang coup that had lots and lots of character, as well as the typical old stang problems. If you've ever had one, you know of which I speak. Here are some of my Not-As-Funny-At-The-Time stories of my beloved Mustang.
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