Car, interrupted
The CD player in our Honda has been out of order for a while now. It will take a CD, but just make a disturbing flapping sound and sit there. Which is a problem, because, especially on eight-to-ten-hour drives, being able to put on some appropriate mood music for the girlies can come in very handy. So, yesterday, we took matters into our own hands.
There are instructions on the internet for disassembling your car. With photos. So Craig removed the top dashboard piece, the one with the air vents in it. And the case around the gearshift, and the “not an ashtray”, and the pop-lid storage thingy, and finally, (finally!) the control console.
As we removed the the CD player, we heard the problem. Rattle. Rattle. Jingle. Hmmm.
Craig was able to get the two nickels out before leaving the car. But one stubborn quarter wouldn’t fit through the hole it was able to reach. So the CD player was transfered to the operating room (the kitchen table).
At which place Craig disassembled it further (we had quite a pile of screws by now) and finally got to that pesky quarter. (Craig objects to the use of the plural subjective pronoun, but I did remove one of the screws, as well as fetch the various screwdrivers.) After an hour of researching and an hour of tinkering, Craig started putting things back together. And lo and behold, it worked! I was very, very excited, which left Craig a little confused. After all, it is just a CD player, right?
Oh no, it is my sanity. Restored.
We had a talk with Lucy. She was saving the thirty-five cents for later.