ith the Lancaster County Corvette Club to York to The Burger King on Rt. 30. We joined the car club a few months ago and find it fun to travel with them to different locations and to enter the competitions they have. We have had our car for a little over a year now and enjoy driving and showing it off. As we enter the parking lot I follow the guy in front of me in the red '78 convertible. Neat car, but not as nice as our '87 bright red coupe. We park next to them and I lock the car, but forget and leave the windows down. We are immediately greeted by the Forbergers who we have parked next to. As we talk, I discover that I have their son in my photography and graphic arts classes at MTHS. Wow, small world. We stick with them and meet a few other couples in the restaurant and order our lunch. After eating we tell everyone we must get back to Lancaster and say our good-byes to everyone. Carol gets to the car first and tries the door. Locked! Then realizes that the window is open so reaches in and opens the door with the inside car handle. Whoop, whoop, whoop! The alarm goes off. So I take the key and place it in the door and unlock the door. Still keeps making the alarming noise. And it is loud! And it is drawing a crowd! What do I do. I feel like an idiot. No, I am an idiot. Why can't I figure out how to get this alarm to go off? Luckily a member of the club see my dilemma from inside the restaurant and runs out to rescue me. I have to get out, re-lock the car, then open the car with the key. SILENCE!! I'm sure I must have been red as a beet. I own a Corvette and don't know how to use the alarm in it. I must have looked like an amateur to everyone inside and outside the restaurant. But, not a single person said a word to me. A few even said that happened to them when they first got their car. What a nice group of people. It was the start of a fun couple of years with many trips, shows, rallies and picnics. And we enjoyed ever minute of it, but will never forget our initial trip with our new friends. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
Friday, June 18, 2010
The "An Alarming Experience" Story
It was an ordinary day. Carol and I are on our way with the Lancaster County Corvette Club to York to The Burger King on Rt. 30. We joined the car club a few months ago and find it fun to travel with them to different locations and to enter the competitions they have. We have had our car for a little over a year now and enjoy driving and showing it off. As we enter the parking lot I follow the guy in front of me in the red '78 convertible. Neat car, but not as nice as our '87 bright red coupe. We park next to them and I lock the car, but forget and leave the windows down. We are immediately greeted by the Forbergers who we have parked next to. As we talk, I discover that I have their son in my photography and graphic arts classes at MTHS. Wow, small world. We stick with them and meet a few other couples in the restaurant and order our lunch. After eating we tell everyone we must get back to Lancaster and say our good-byes to everyone. Carol gets to the car first and tries the door. Locked! Then realizes that the window is open so reaches in and opens the door with the inside car handle. Whoop, whoop, whoop! The alarm goes off. So I take the key and place it in the door and unlock the door. Still keeps making the alarming noise. And it is loud! And it is drawing a crowd! What do I do. I feel like an idiot. No, I am an idiot. Why can't I figure out how to get this alarm to go off? Luckily a member of the club see my dilemma from inside the restaurant and runs out to rescue me. I have to get out, re-lock the car, then open the car with the key. SILENCE!! I'm sure I must have been red as a beet. I own a Corvette and don't know how to use the alarm in it. I must have looked like an amateur to everyone inside and outside the restaurant. But, not a single person said a word to me. A few even said that happened to them when they first got their car. What a nice group of people. It was the start of a fun couple of years with many trips, shows, rallies and picnics. And we enjoyed ever minute of it, but will never forget our initial trip with our new friends. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
ith the Lancaster County Corvette Club to York to The Burger King on Rt. 30. We joined the car club a few months ago and find it fun to travel with them to different locations and to enter the competitions they have. We have had our car for a little over a year now and enjoy driving and showing it off. As we enter the parking lot I follow the guy in front of me in the red '78 convertible. Neat car, but not as nice as our '87 bright red coupe. We park next to them and I lock the car, but forget and leave the windows down. We are immediately greeted by the Forbergers who we have parked next to. As we talk, I discover that I have their son in my photography and graphic arts classes at MTHS. Wow, small world. We stick with them and meet a few other couples in the restaurant and order our lunch. After eating we tell everyone we must get back to Lancaster and say our good-byes to everyone. Carol gets to the car first and tries the door. Locked! Then realizes that the window is open so reaches in and opens the door with the inside car handle. Whoop, whoop, whoop! The alarm goes off. So I take the key and place it in the door and unlock the door. Still keeps making the alarming noise. And it is loud! And it is drawing a crowd! What do I do. I feel like an idiot. No, I am an idiot. Why can't I figure out how to get this alarm to go off? Luckily a member of the club see my dilemma from inside the restaurant and runs out to rescue me. I have to get out, re-lock the car, then open the car with the key. SILENCE!! I'm sure I must have been red as a beet. I own a Corvette and don't know how to use the alarm in it. I must have looked like an amateur to everyone inside and outside the restaurant. But, not a single person said a word to me. A few even said that happened to them when they first got their car. What a nice group of people. It was the start of a fun couple of years with many trips, shows, rallies and picnics. And we enjoyed ever minute of it, but will never forget our initial trip with our new friends. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
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