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We have all been somewhere in public and someone has a cellphone and it rings some outrageous tune and you think please spare us! Well now you can forget RingTones for your Cell Phone; now you can get Ring Tones for your Car! Oh great you say?
Yes, that is what everyone says when I tell them that these Ring Tones hook to their car horn? Oh my God No! Yes, it is true and can you imagine all the funky horns you are going to hear and all the noise pollution from the calmness you must endure?
The company that came up with this contraption is called “HornTones” yah real cute indeed. It seems the owners can download tunes from their MP3 player to their car horn system? Yes, now your car, iPod and home computer can be one? One what? One loud obnoxious rolling disaster.
Apparently this will be a big draw for this years SEMA Show in Las Vegas, as it is sure to be a hit with the car club crowd. The California Company that came up with it is sure to be there and the system only retails for $150.00 so you know all the dealers of electronic toys for cars will soon have these devices on their shelves.
Eventually the company will have a set up to allow additional horns to really play a tune, a symphony on wheels I guess you would call it? What will they think of next? I certainly hope this article is of interest and that is has propelled thought. The goal is simple; to help you in your quest to be the best in 2007. I thank you for reading my many articles on diverse subjects, which interest you.
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