Every Cloud...
Nov. 16th, 2006 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanThe gods are laughing
Last night, as some would be aware, my car was broken into. Nothing taken, but a window was smashed. Of course it rained a bit last night, so I was outside at 1am with plastic & gaff tape performing field surgery on the gaping wound.
This afternoon, I was on site replacing a set of speakers with the new junior ranch-hand ~ a half-hour job that took 3 hours due to unforeseen difficulties. Much up & downing of ladders, trial & error & swearing. Eventually, the job done, we began loading all the implements of con(& de)struction into the boot of my car. Junior ranch hand had my keys, as he'd taken the first load out while I schmoozed the client.
With me so far... good.
When I took the last of the gear out to the car, Junior went back to do the idiot check. Before he went, he left the car keys on one of the boxes in the boot. After I'd arranged all the stuff in the boot to my satisfaction, I closed it...
As it locked, I remembered where the keys were.
OBluV8 is a thoroughly modern machine ~ alarm system, security key doorlocks, no boot keyhole, engine immobiliser... the works. Utterly secure, you haven't a hope of taking off without the key, even if you can get into the car. Knowing all this, I rang a Ford service centre, only to be told & I quote, "You're stuffed. There's no master key we keep. You'll have to break a window & even then you may not be able to open the boot.".
That was the extent of their helpful advice.
Wait a minute... I already have a broken window!!!
So I re-broke into my own car... & fortunately, the boot release decided to let me in. To the joyful strains of my piercing alarm, I retrieved the keys, shut down the alarm, bundled Junior into the passenger seat & we laughed all the way back to the ranch.
What mischievous Fate plays games like that?? "Hmm, tomorrow you're going to lock your keys in the boot, so tonight, I'm going to have someone break your rear window... You'll thank me later!!"
I need a drink...
Last night, as some would be aware, my car was broken into. Nothing taken, but a window was smashed. Of course it rained a bit last night, so I was outside at 1am with plastic & gaff tape performing field surgery on the gaping wound.
This afternoon, I was on site replacing a set of speakers with the new junior ranch-hand ~ a half-hour job that took 3 hours due to unforeseen difficulties. Much up & downing of ladders, trial & error & swearing. Eventually, the job done, we began loading all the implements of con(& de)struction into the boot of my car. Junior ranch hand had my keys, as he'd taken the first load out while I schmoozed the client.
With me so far... good.
When I took the last of the gear out to the car, Junior went back to do the idiot check. Before he went, he left the car keys on one of the boxes in the boot. After I'd arranged all the stuff in the boot to my satisfaction, I closed it...
As it locked, I remembered where the keys were.
OBluV8 is a thoroughly modern machine ~ alarm system, security key doorlocks, no boot keyhole, engine immobiliser... the works. Utterly secure, you haven't a hope of taking off without the key, even if you can get into the car. Knowing all this, I rang a Ford service centre, only to be told & I quote, "You're stuffed. There's no master key we keep. You'll have to break a window & even then you may not be able to open the boot.".
That was the extent of their helpful advice.
Wait a minute... I already have a broken window!!!
So I re-broke into my own car... & fortunately, the boot release decided to let me in. To the joyful strains of my piercing alarm, I retrieved the keys, shut down the alarm, bundled Junior into the passenger seat & we laughed all the way back to the ranch.
What mischievous Fate plays games like that?? "Hmm, tomorrow you're going to lock your keys in the boot, so tonight, I'm going to have someone break your rear window... You'll thank me later!!"
I need a drink...
