Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Daddy, why the bus is on fire?

So I went to pick up my son from school and we're driving down the street and he says "Daddy, why the bus is on fire?" I look down and smoke is pouring from around the turn signal. I roll down the window and start to pull over. The bus smells like the Fourth of July. The smoke begins to subside and we are close to home, so I decide to just get there as fast as possible.

The next day on my way to work, I turn the signal on for a right turn and it kills the radio and makes the engine die. What?

So I have Tony look at it and he has to take the column apart and rewire it.

Works great now, but it wasn't an easy fix.