How many curse words does it take to install a simple horn button? It's a good thing my Dad served in the USN during WWII and I managed to over hear a few of these informative words. Which I had to use today installing my third horn button.
Happy motoring, Warren
Warren
The more the merrier in some cases.
Bob
Just be thankful that you didn't have to install them on the assembly line, about one per minute.
In a previous life (1963 to 1965) I was an "assembler" on the line at American Motors Corporation here in Kenosha. When you have a task that seems almost impossible, you somehow learn to do it. Been there, done that.
It would be good if everyone could see a final assembly line where cars abe being built. Think of the speed and sequencing, etc. of everything involved.
Keith
Warren,
As a wee lad in New Hampshire (early '50s), I recall lots of bad words my Dad used. Many of them started with "wicked".....It takes a bunch of creative language, sometimes, to get T bits to work correctly!
Sometimes the English language is just an inadequate means to fully express yourself. It happens to me all the time and I spent four years in the Navy! All one can do is work to expand the envelope at every opportunity.
Beyond curse words, my repop ended up on my garage roof.
I saw a sign in a garage a while back.
It said "caution--flying tools in this area!"
The problem was, after installing the horn button, the horn would not work. Come to find out the button itself was not making contact internally,thus no horn.
Happy motoring, Warren
Requires all of them.
Reminds me of the father in "A Christmas Story" working on the furnace---a tapestry of profanity still floating somewhere out over Lake Michigan!!! My transmission bands brought me to that point, especially when the nut went into the abyss.
When I first go to the shop to work on the T, I open the door and say all the "bad words" I can think of and call the T all the rotten names I know. After I calm down then I work on the T. Everything goes together fine: No problem with horn switch, easy to put on bendix cover; even can change band lining with the bands still in the car. NO problems. Sure saves time to be verbally proactive than reactive. :-)
I call it plumbing language!
Thanks for all the advise. Dennis, I'm not sure I feel that I could call Sambuca (My trusty steed) all those bad words and I have never used that kind of language in his presence (well almost never, but never at him). I also think I'll make me one of Bob's signs. Henry is correct, in that the English language is inadequate. Mike, I hope you got your repop off the roof. I hear you John, I hear you. Charles, you don't suppose that a few of my truck driving words came to mind.
Happy motoring, Warren
Proven fact: Those who cuss during a particularly difficult job experience less stress and lower blood pressure.
happy cussin'
Dang Bud, if that's true my BP should be 0/0!
Uh oh, I better shut my mouth before I flatline! Too much of a good thing. :-)
#$%^&*$# *^$%*^$%# *&^%$**&$%@!^
Peter
Hey! Thats not what I typed!!
Bloody censors!!
LOL!!!
Peter
Or be thankful your favorite clergyman was not you helper, today.
My father was not a religious man, however I never heard him use profane language.
When he was really angry, he would say " SEARS ROEBUCK." It was said loudly and with great contempt! There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this was the most passionate word he could imagine
Jim Weir
In Buffalo, N.Y. there is a street called Seneca Street and like any street long enough, it had a bridge on it called Seneca Bridge.
When my father in law got mad at anything, his favorite expression (cuss word ?) was "seneca bridge it got damaged"
But say it quick enough and it comes out "senecabritchitgotdamached".
Sounds enough like cussin' to fool most people !! Sure fooled me the first time I heard it, until my then wife to be, explained what he was really saying.
At Least one more.
While growing up I never heard my father utter a cuss word even thought he worked on the railroad and owned a bar. when I was about 11 he was fixing something at home and smashed his finger with a hammer. I heard 11 yrs of profanity come out of his mouth in an instant. I peered around the corner, he did not know I was home. He was so embarrassed and I was amazed at what I heard.
I uttered the same while trying to install my horn button..........Not one of Ford's "better ides"
It wasn't the installation that was the problem, it was that the horn button itself was not correctly made and thus I keep taking it apart and reinstalling it over and over, until I realized that the button was not making contact internally.
Happy motoring, Warren
ps: horn works fine without the button, I just press it with my finger.
pps: Mr. T checks out my Dog Catchers Wagon.