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Semper Ubi Sub Ubi

Most people who have been in or near my car know that I have a custom built box in the back.  Only a few people know that I ended up with it because someone took one of my jokes seriously and thought I really wanted my hybrid to go boom.
Regardless, I love my sub and got really sad when it stopped working a couple weeks ago.  At first I thought it was a fuse.  I have had fuse problems with it before.  Once the fuse harness in the front melted because the guy who built it didn't know that you can't put a fuse marked 50 in a fuse harness marked 20.  So I checked my fuses and they looked fine.

Then I thought maybe a wire had come loose somewhere.  This also used to happen all the time before my dad soldered all of them on and put on better quick-disconnects.  I am not an electrician and the wires run from the accessory battery under the hood, to the stereo, through different panels inside the car, to the trunk.  In other words, at best I might be able to find the loose wire.

I was suffering so much from lack of bass, that I decided to try trouble-shooting it.  So I turned on my stereo and climbed in the trunk.  I examined all the wires on the amp and they looked fine.  I turned over the box and . . . it was unplugged.

Now this freaked me out a little because I didn't unplug it, and if I had, I would have been more careful and not pulled one of the wires out of the quick-disconnect.  So who had been in my trunk unplugging my sub and why?

Then I remembered that I had had a flat tire a couple weeks ago.  My doughnut tire is stored in the trunk.  I had put the tire on, but mechanics had put it back in when they replaced the tire.  If you didn't know this car, you would assume that you'd have to remove the box to get to the tire.  So, some mechanic had unplugged it for absolutely no reason and then left it that way.

I plugged it back in and was immediately blasted out of my trunk.

Yeaaaaah.

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