The Broken Fuse

As I was doing my usual cornerning at 200....er, as I was driving my car in a normal fashion, suddenly, there was some electrical sparking sound and then, my CD player went mute. The same sound happened last night too but I did not take much heed. Previously, when this happens, it means that there is some loose connection to either the amplifier or the player. So, I took it to Ken, my friend to have a look and while he's at it, I asked him to replace my broken radio antenna too, along with connecting the rear speakers back to the amplifier since the old electronic crossover can be said to be beyond economical repair.

After more than an hour, it was done and now I can listen to the two Morning Crew clowns at
Hitz.fm for their stupid Gotcha calls. Yeah, now and then, I am a bit more attracted to them instead of the Fly Guy. He WAS funny during Time Highway Radio but now, he is so, well, burned out and forcing himself to be funny.

Anyway, I was not happy with the antenna installation as the technician (new apprentice, I presume since I had not been there for more than a year) kept pushing the damn thing like it was stuck and he kept cutting the plastic off, which I think, will let in the water from the hole in the roof of the car. But, since I know nuts about this one, I prefer to keep quite and ken was busy with an College Ah Beng who wants a loud alarm sounder in his car.

So, for MR70, I got a new fuse box, new antenna and some sound
at the back of the car. The fuse box broke (right) at the plastic
connection as it was put near the car's battery. Seven years
of heat and vibration took its toll. And the fuse is still OK

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