seriously people… the only person in the entire world who cares about your vehicle is you.
know one else cares. noone. nada. zilch.
zero people care about your car.
you could harness some flash new tech that makes the alarm sound like a human voice screaming for help, and the second, the very second, rescuers realise it’s some shitty japanese import with alloys, rescue efforts will be called off. end of story.
NO ONE CARES.
there can be a dozen suspicious-looking somali refugees hitting your precious auto with teaspoons, and no one is going to come running.
a white trash bogan from the hutt can have that bit of blue packing tape in the door of your vehicle, his mad missus repeatedly stage-diving off the bonnet, a joint hanging out of his mouth, and a chroming bag sticking out his pocket, and NO ONE, ABSOLUTELY NO-ONE is going to stop him.
unless…. that person is a police. in which case, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NEED THE ALARM?
seriously. the only person who will ever, ever, in a million years, come to check on your auto is you.
to every other living human being your precious car is little more than a piece of crap with a siren, pissing them off night an day.
so a word of advice. DON’T BOTHER WITH THE GODDAMN ALARM. IT IS A WASTE OF TIME, A NOISE POLLUTANT, AND COMPLETELY USELESS THE SECOND YOU ARE OUT OF EARSHOT.
so please switch them off when you come into the city.
half the time all that sets them off is trucks tumbling past anyhow…
29 April, 2007 at 8:08 pm
Get woken up by an alarm, Che?
I recommend a move to the ‘burbs. Not a heavy truck in sight on our quiet suburban street. Lots of white picket fences and station wagons, ‘tho.
29 April, 2007 at 8:19 pm
unless they’re issing children at the borders, i’ll stick it out here in the city.
two nights a week with poor sleep? good trade off for 18 years of worry.
and come on… everybody hates car alarms
29 April, 2007 at 9:37 pm
and come on… everybody hates car alarms
Exactly why I live in the burbs… that and the easy access to schools, supermarkets, doctors, playgrounds, all the accoutrements of married-with-children.
A mere 18 years of worry? A lifetime is more like it.
1 May, 2007 at 8:55 am
Yeah Che, come, come, come to the suburbs, Satan’s there (sorry Black Sabbath).
As for your heart, really, come to Auckland, they don’t know how to deal with hearts in Wellington, not enough to practice on.
My Dad got exceptional care up here at Middlemore.