It all started this morning when it took several attempts to successfully jump start my car. We knew before our trip to Seattle for Christmas that my battery was dead, so it wasn't a surprise. When weren't having any luck getting it started, we began to wonder if the problem wasn't really the battery afterall. It wasn't completely dead. It just wouldn't start. I began processing in my head what my options would be for getting help while Regina was at work today. And then, it finally worked! Katie and I buckled in quickly and made our way to Sears Auto Center while Regina headed to work.
Throughout that whole process, Katie was very curious about this battery we had in our car. Afterall, it was news to her that the car had a battery! She thought only her toys and flashlights had batteries. She wanted to know where it was located in the car, what shape was it, she wanted to touch it, why did it run out of power, what would they do with the old battery - could she have it and she wondered also if it would be girl who would fix the battery for us or would it be a boy. I told her it is possible that the mechanic would be a girl, but most likely it would be a boy. Well, wouldn't ya know, we pulled in and a young woman mechanic came over and helped us! Katie was thrilled. I think that was a first, for me anyway. I don't know if she actually worked on our car or if she just tested the battery, but Katie got to see that there are indeed girl mechanics.
After she confirmed the battery was dead, she looked at my sad, worn out tires and suggested we get new ones sooner than later. This wasn't any surprise, for Honda brought that to my attention last time I got the oil changed. It never really occurred to me that Sears could also do the tires, but it made sense to me that I should go ahead and get that done too. I quickly called Regina to see if she agreed and she did.
I'm sure the conversation I had with the guy about what tires I should get was comical at best. I don't recall most of it, but I do remember he started out by asking me what kind of tires I wanted as far as features go. I really didn't know what to say and just said, "Um, just normal tires, I guess." What kind of features could a tire possibly have, anyway? Don't get me wrong, I knew there were tires for driving in the snow, but that's all I knew about besides the everyday-driving tires. He caught on quickly that I was clueless and he did a pretty good job explaining the options I had for my car and why I might want to choose each different type of tire. Don't ask me to repeat anything he said though. It's all gone now! I'm not even sure exactly what I ended up getting but they are higher end, on sale, goodyear, 80,000 mile warranty, decent traction in the snow, very good in rainy weather. And, I thought the design of the tread was cool. So, that's what I got. Four of them.
Katie and I walked across the street and ate an early lunch at Red Robin. Then we walked over to the mall and bought Grandma Kathleen's birthday present. By that time, the car should have been done so we returned to the auto center. Our car was almost done, but not quite, so Katie got to see it perched high up on the lifts. She enjoyed that.
When the car was done, we got in and just as I was ready to pull out, I noticed that the radio wouldn't work. All it said on the display was "code". I had no idea what was going on so we sat there for several minutes while I fiddled with it. I knew I had never set a code, so it must be a generic on they set at the factory. I tried all ones, 12345, 54321, all twos, etc. I tried too often causing it to yell at me with a big ERR on the display and it would accept no more input. Good grief, I had to pull out the manual. It wasn't easy, but I did manage to locate information about why it needed a code. It's an anti-theft mechanism. Anytime power is cut off to the radio, as it was when the battery was changed, it requires the code to reactivate it. If someone tried to steal it, they'd be unable to actually use it without the code. Fortunately, I found the little card with the code on it. But, the radio was no longer accepting input from me. I thought about asking the Sears staff if they had any suggestions, but decided to go home and call Honda instead.
When I got home, I found some info online about this. Based on what I read, it sounded like I could reset the radio so it would accept input if I could remove the fuse to the radio and then put it back. Then, I could try my code. Well, this is easier said than done. The fuse is located down by the floor on the driver's side. It's dark and hard to reach. So, I wore Katie's new flashlight that you put on your forehead (thank you, Santa). The tools I had weren't the best for the job and the fuse was in there very tightly, so I ended up poking my thumb and got blood everywhere before I even realized what I'd done. Anyway, even after resetting the radio with the fuse, it still didn't like my code. I walked back to the apartment and called Honda in Bellevue. I gave him the serial number of my radio and he gave me the code. It wasn't the same as what was on my card I got when we bought the car. And then I remembered I had trouble with the radio 2 or 3 years ago and it was replaced. But, I didn't get a new code for the new radio. The code the Honda guy gave me worked and Katie thinks I'm a genius now!