Wednesday, March 17, 2010

We Can Make it Better



Let the augmentation begin




Four years in the Navy weren't a total waste - I learned to solder.




Successful insertion of unit.




I fixed the gap later, shut up.

5 comments:

The_Scum said...

Furst to comment that a loud and clean car stereo allows one to ignore those pesky vehicle noises that develop soon after the vehicle rolls off the lot.

Why stress about funny noises if you are just going to keep driving anyway?

I recommend KOMP as opposed to Jack Radio for Sin City FM....or a nice heavy metal band cd.

D said...

what was wrong with the 8-track player that came with the new car?

And Scum - ear plugs are also handy for ignoring the plaintive bleating of any pedestrians that happen to be under your wheels.

Lavi D. said...

what was wrong with the 8-track player that came with the new car?

I recommend KOMP as opposed to Jack Radio for Sin City FM....or a nice heavy metal band cd.


Precisely why I purchased this thing. It plays MP3s and anything off of anything with a USB connector - laptop, thumbdrive, MicroSD card adapter - so I don't have to listen to commercial radio.

The only radio I listen to is NPR, KXCI (when in Tucson) and KMJM.

D said...

> It plays MP3s and anything off of anything with a USB connector

ahh. so the $5 fake cassette with a dangly wire and stereo input plug that attaches to nearly every audio device - would be insufficient.
After all, such a solution doesn't require soldering and isn't nearly as much fun.

Lavi D. said...

ahh. so the $5 fake cassette with a dangly wire and stereo input plug that attaches to nearly every audio device - would be insufficient.

They're $19 and the factory stereo didn't have a cassette player.

Wanna buy a cassette adapter, cheap?


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