kb58 wrote: Can't get "zapped" with only 12V. I wonder if it was actually shorting to the frame of the seat and generating a very small but intense hot spot.
It was one of those old all metal toggle switches, and it was mounted directly to the frame of the dash. I nicknamed it (after the fact) "The Tickler".
My old 240sx I really learned how to customize and break things from a mechanical and electrical level.
So I removed the clutch fan and went to a toggle E-Fan, worked great had no real issues except when I left the car running and accidentally locked the doors with the switch in the off position. Luckily I was in a small town (college) and AAA came quickly before it got too hot to unlock the door.
Another college story... Couldn't park at the dorms (rx7 this time) overnight where I was at because it was a commuter lot during the weekdays so I did what any good car guy would do and drive the car around to operating temperature before moving it .25 miles across the street. Being a "good" college student I was enjoying some bright green herbal remedy so to speak... and needless to say my traditional joy ride route ended up taking a bit longer and went down some roads I didn't recognize anymore after a few too many lefts and rights in the backwoods. A little more remedy to pass the time because I figure why the hell not, its been a fun night drive.
An hour or two goes by (or more) and I'm starting to get low on gas, and absolutely I'm lost. GPS wasn't on phones and google maps needed a computer and the few people I tried to call couldn't help. Running out of options and ideas I call the police for directions - high out of my mind and slightly panicked. They send me down some direction back towards the highway while I'm on the phone the whole time. Then they tell me to stop, turn around and go a different direction. "my partner suggests this route etc etc etc"
By this time I'm panicking and paranoia is settling in full intensity - thinking they are going to bust me and this is a trap I'm so screwed - etc, but now being this is middle of nowhereville dispatch is pretty bored and know their way around the back country pretty good which eventually led me back to the highway where I could navigate back.
When I got home I looked up where I had ended up on a map and I turned out to be 15 miles south and 11 miles west of campus.
Dumb car things huh? I'll bite.
I wasn't 16 like most of you were. I was 17. Driving around with my girlfriend looking for a place to "park" there was an old abandoned K-mart in town with a few stores next to it in a strip mall. behind the store there was a loading dock, the kind that sunk down into the ground. We figured we could "park" in there and nobody would see us, even if they drove behind the store.
Halfway through the performance, we discovered that the loading dock wasn't actually at the K-mart at all. It went to the computer store next door. We learned this went the bay door rolled up and the three night crew guys came out to have a smoke.
She started screaming and covered herself up with my pants, leaving me with nothing but a t-shirt and my... raincoat.
I leapt over the seat fired up the car and threw it in gear. without the headlights on i couldn't tell what gear I was in and as luck would have it I landed in drive. I floored the accelerator and drove head on into the concrete loading dock.
She was still screaming in the back, I was yelling that I didnt know how to drive, the night shift guys were yelling "get his plate" which fortunately they couldnt see as the lights were off.
I got it into reverse and sped away in a cloud of tire smoke. We drove it to the movie theater where we told her mother we were going Parked it, then she called her mom, crying the somebody had hit her car while were watching the movie and hadnt left a note.
I really wish I could have heard the janitor's version of this story.
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