So I pull up at the gym and get a front row primo parking spot. Everythings perfect. The suns shining, car is spotless, my 5 hour energy shot's kicking in hard. 1.5 hours later, :frown:car won't start. Soooo embarassing. As I'm about to panic I glance down and see the droppings of a rubber grommet. Damn, I know what this is. Call the wife, brings my tools, I crawl under the dash in front of everyone. A total PITA if your not 60 lbs. Moral here is, if your car is early like mine, it's probably a good chance your turn is coming. Buy a new grommet or bypass the safety switch altogether. It is no walk in the park in a parking lot.