I was out. BS'ING with the other Pat and his girl. I hear a whine in the distance, figure it is a pair of bikes. So it gets louder and louder, and it turns into a horn. A state highway patrolman pulls into the tire discounters lot with his horn stuck on. He pops the hood and proceeds to beat on something with his maglite for a few minutes, the horns changing frequencies so they sounded like bagpipes. I don't know what the Hell he did but I guess he finally killed the horn. Thank god. It was great. I laughed and laughed.
Also an older Subaru coupe, a foxbody and a Camry paraded around the lot for a bit. That was strange. Phil, your red BMW guy was tearassing around again.