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Tuk Tuk vs. Beep Beep

So…you may remember the Wee Rover beeping her horn at the horses in Utah. Since then the Wee Rover decided to become a mute, perhaps from shame. To get her honking again, we had to rewire her horn a bit. We were short of time so the rewire was a cobbled together quick job. Because of this, the horn wires will sometimes come loose rendering the Wee Rover mute again and sometimes the wires short when turning a hard corner and the Wee Rover toots to her heart’s content! We kept thinking we would fix it better…some time.

Well, we stopped in a small village in route to San Cristobal to grab a couple of things. The tuk tuks were everywhere zipping in and around the cars, trucks, buses, people, and dogs. They are really quite crazy, sometime we are going to have to catch a ride in one.

So, we were leaving the store when the fun started! We cranked the Wee Rover around to merge onto the street, realizing as we did that we were heading the wrong way on a one way street. Just by chance, there were about 8 tuk tuks coming our way. What does the Wee Rover decide to do…why she decides to blow her horn at the tuk tuks. Her small single Utah beep was way too subtle for live out loud tropical Mexico! She let off her air horn blast at the little tuk tuks coming our way.

Again, we hung our heads and slunk out of the village. The Wee Rover tee hee’ing as we went!

This is a tuk tuk.
Our current horn wiring.
New tuk tuks and old.
They are everywhere.
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Great! Another Breakdown!

So, we are in the middle of a great day travelling from the Little Grand Canyon down through Reds Canyon to the Hondoo Arch! Reds Canyon is rough, but awesome. Miles and miles from anything. As we round a tight hairpin switchback dropping us deeper into the canyon, we come across a group of hunters loading their pack horses for a trip into the backcountry. They are the only people we have seen for hours. As we approach, the trouble starts. The wee Rover decides to start beeping her horn! Beep, beep, beep, she bleats in greeting as we pass the hunters and their horses. It is a perfect example of Murphy’s Law! When you finally see someone, after hours and hours of solitary dirt roads. What do you want to do? You blow your horn at their horses, of course! True story! Not embellishing at all! We hung our heads and drove past.

The culprit! A homemade insulator made years ago that finally wore through.
A new one quickly fashioned from the thick cover of a guide book.
The repair was a success…no more random toots!