No horn no problem, no brake lights now that’s a problem

One day I decided to investigate why my horns worn’t working and found out that the same fuse feeding power to the honker was also sending juice to the stoppers. Which at first made think, “so that’s why everyone was honking at me” but became what I like to think of as very Japanese ways of building things. As an American I expect twice as much weight in wiring with double redundancy for the sake of security, but Japan knows that not everyone is a giraffe and one way to check whether the brake lights are working or not is to simply honk the horn.

It’s like the time I lost the alternator belt and I found out the battery light is actually a charging indicator. That way you would know that the alternator isn’t charging, and if the pulley’s not spinning the water pump might not be either. Instead of wondering when I installed an electric water pump. But that’s a different story involving an AMG GT.

It is a 15 Amp fuse marked STOP, and its located under your clutch foot.

So I found a new shop

Moving is never easy. Not only do you have to go through and pack up everything you have accumulated thus far in life before unboxing it in a strange new place and are forced to reevaluate its worth, but you also have to go look for new things. Things like places to eat, deposit mail and pull money out of an ATM without incurring extra fees.

Most importantly you need to find a new mechanic that can work on your car. This can be tricky due to the dishonest nature of the breed, and their propensity to gouge customers whenever possible. However, when I walked into this shop and saw the sign on the door and race prepped NA behind it, I knew I had one less thing to worry about.