Man waxes philosophical about honking his car horn.
Danny Berterweltz says, "It's like whistling, only most people don't whistle when they get cut off in traffic. I let the bird fly, too." He laughs. "Broke my wrist once when I tried to get it out the window too fast. Boy was I [upset].
"I honk for other things, too. Like a pretty girl. I honk at her to make her jump and jiggle a little.
"Plus, I honk if a [overweight person] is bent over working on their yard. I honk and sometimes yell, 'looking good!'"
It hasn't been a bed of roses for Berterweltz. "It might be a free country, but that don't mean people don't get [upset] when I honk. Right back at ya, buddy."
Berterweltz drives a Ford Explorer, but says he would love to drive a Hummer. "It's my dream machine. If I got one, it'd have musical air horns on it. I'd play that charge song a lot, like they do at the baseball games when things got to get charged up. Maybe get one of them tornado's-a-coming horns, too."
Despite his never-say-die attitude, Berterweltz remains single. "Just haven't found the right one, I guess. I had a Hummer, then they'd come crawling out of the ditch for me. Twist that air raid siren, hit 'em with the spotlights. Dang. They wouldn't know what's what."
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