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Needed to go shopping today and the rain was pretty heavy and steady. Had a choice of vehicles to take, but all were recently washed and cleaned, and the daily driver (Avalanche) was also just waxed a few days ago. So, opted to take the Reatta. I probably said this before, but it is the easiest of the vehicles I own to wash and chamois. A little selfish on my part, I know, but I hadn't exercised her for a while either, so the choice was a "no brainer."

Daves89 and Ronnie, I can relate. My mother passed away when I was 12. I was the middle child of 7. My father also worked away in the heavy construction industry, so he couldn't take care of a brood of children. My two older siblings were young marrieds with infant children of their own, but they stepped up and took me in, as well as some of my brothers and a sister. I lived briefly with my older brother, but as a soon to be teenager, it was decided that I would move in with my maternal grandparents. They were a caring and nurturing couple that saw me through HS graduation. I soon moved out on my own. Then, they later took in two of my younger brothers. I learned a lot from my grandfather about work ethic, etc., but they still gave me a lot of rein. My father remarried and was a distance away. I turned out OK and consider myself to be lucky that my grandparents opened their hearts.

Looks like I need to do a little more homework. Thanks for the link Ronnie. It will be very helpful in my understanding of the diagnostics in the Reatta. And I will take your advice Dave in making my mechanic aware of the EO26 code. I appreciate all the help.

😆Hi Ron and all, last you heard from me , I had a electrical draining the battery! There was a switch in the drivers door, that was broken, My friend Jim Flynn helped me out as he has a few times before. That was the problem no one could find! I fond someone that was willing him and his son, working part time not to run up the cost, together with the GOOD people in this club, who tried to help TY! I replaced the hinges on drivers door, that was the start of the problem as I look back, slamming the door! I love this car, my wife calls her the black hole! And I tell her, BUT it's my black hole! TKS again all.

Happy to hear you found the problem and got it fixed. Thanks for letting us know.

Thanks for sharing your story Dave. I had a similar experience when I was young. My mother died when I was 10 years old. My father worked a job that required him to work lots of overtime in the evenings, so I had lots of time alone. My Mr. Belser lived down the street where he ran a small garage in the bottom of a building where his family lived upstairs. His name was Joe Wheeler Crabtree Jr., but everyone called him "Red". He was named for a steamboat named the Joe Wheeler that traveled up and down the Clinch river across the street from where I live now. Red was nice enough to allow me to hang around his garage for hours at a time, especially in the summer when I was out of school and had so much time alone. He sort of took me under his wing and watched out for me to keep me out of trouble. Although I was never an employee, his business wasn't big enough to pay an employee, he kept me busy being his helper as he taught me how to be a mechanic. I helped do it all, including laying on a creeper under the cars when needed. He knew I as mechanically inclined and wanted to learn, so he taught me most of what I know about the basics of being an automobile mechanic. After I got older he helped me get my first real paying job working in a large garage that had an automotive machine shop in the rear of the building. Red has passed away now. Every time I see his son, Joe Wheeler Crabtree III, I tell him how much I miss Red and remind him that his father was my second father. It makes me feel warm inside when he tells me his father felt the same way about me.

I don't usually pass along anything that is forwarded to me but this one seemed different. It says a lot about our lives. ----------------------------------------- The Importance of Time A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said. "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most, '" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser." "The thing he valued most...was...my time." Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!" "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away," Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true. 1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you. 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. 3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. 4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. 5. You mean the world to someone. 6. If not for you, someone may not be living. 7. You are special and unique. 8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. 10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. 11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. 12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy. 13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly make someone's day.