A Hippie and Her Ghosts

I broke my [insert preferred extended colorful language here] HORN.
My car horn.
Traffic has been horrible lately. Especially with Frontier Days, of course. I’ve been using my horn more than I’d like to admit the passed few months, and now it’s not working at all. It’s like people just don’t see my car. To the giant, lifted truck that could have easily, and almost did, run my car over on College Dr. On Monday morning: You don’t need to race everyone. Skipping from the merge lane to the left lane is dangerous more than anything. Look before you change lanes.

I drive a lot for a living. I have the opportunity to make a lot of money this week. But, it’s almost not worth it, for my nerves or risking myself, my livelihood, and what is essentially about to be my housing.

Gonna go down a youtube rabithole trying to figure out how to fix it… driving without a horn around all these crazies scares me. Not that anyone pays attention to it.

Send help and calming energy!