If you have no idea what a train horn is then you are not alone. Until a couple of days ago, I didn't know what a train horn was either.
Yesterday I was on my way to show a house to a couple who were in town from Georgia. I called and told them that I was a little bit late because as luck would have it on Friday the 13th, my car had a flat tire. So I decided to take my son's car as he was home on Spring Break and I knew he would not be up until noon or so.
I let the clients know that I would be there as soon as possible and that I would be driving my son's vehicle and to please look for a red Ford Expedition...like you could miss this thing!
It wasn't too long that I was pulling up to the house when I saw the couple out in the yard. Across the street were a few kids with their parents playing an informal game of wiffleball in their front yard.
As I was pulling in to park, one of the young children from across the street ran out into the road chasing a ball that had been errantly thrown. As kids often do, he ran and didn't even look before dashing hurriedly into the street.
So I beeped my horn to let the child know that there some cars in the road but what came out of my car was anything but a "beep".
My son, without telling me, had installed a train horn of epic proportions. This "thing" sounded like The Almighty was letting us know He was returning. It had the sound of large oceanliner leaving port. It sounded like ... well a train, a large, rumbling, sleep shattering, train horn!
Well suffice it to say that the child stopped dead in his tracks. Literally. He stayed put until his Mother came and got him. After she herself composed herself from the nuclear horn blast that she just endured.
You ever get the feeling that people are staring at you? Well I looked around and I had an audience. I was absolutely mortified. I had clients in from out of town looking to buy a new home. I had just unleashed the fury of a loud a#$ train horn on their would be neighbors and I wondered if I should just keep driving and go back home and climb under the covers...after I killed my son!
But being the professional that I am, I took a deep breath pulled into the yard and got ready to explain to the new couple that I didn not know that my son had installed a doggone train horn.
As I began practicing my apology in my head, the husband approached, extended his hand and said, "Hey, I'm J.T....a train horn...cool!"
We spent the next 20 minutes, not talking about the house but rather talking about train horns. It seems that J.T. was a bit of an enthusaist and had been looking at buying a train horn himself and he was now sold...on the train horn that is.
He wanted to know where my son got it and so I called and woke Jimbo up and told him that one of my clients wanted to know where he bought his train horn.

He laughed and said, "oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that", and laughed some more. I'm sure glad I could amuse him! Anyway he told me where he bought the train horn and I told my client that he bought it at TrainHornsDirect.com.
It seemed he was happier about knowing where to buy a train horn than he was about seeing what hopefully would be his new home.
After an hour or so, J.T. and Sally decided to put an offer in on the home. After they signed the contract J.T. said he was going back to his sister's house and getting online to buy his train horn. Sally smiled and rolled her eyes.
If only the neighbors new what they were in for.