DAE spend 3 hours chasing a squeak that was my jack rattling in the trunk?
Last Saturday I tore half my interior apart hunting this squeak in my Civic, pulled the door panels, greased the hinges, even swapped the rear shocks from a junkyard car. Three hours and $20 in parts later my neighbor walks over and asks why my scissor jack was loose in the spare tire well. One bungee cord later the noise was gone and I just stood there in my driveway in Modesto feeling like a moron. Now I check the dumb stuff first before I ever grab a wrench. What's the longest you've chased a noise that turned out to be something stupid?