Yesterday I was going to take Sean to his swim lessons. I turn the key in the ignition and this machine gun like ticking fills the garage. Luckily Anonymous was home so I go yelling for him. He puts the old car seat in his truck and takes Sean to his lesson. When they come home he pops the bonnet and goes rummaging in the engine compartment. Diagnosis–Bad Battery. So off to an auto-parts store my men go and come back with a new battery. Slotted into place the battery fits a treat and the machine gun fire is eliminated! Anonymous and I took the car out last night to celebrate our anniversary and there was no issues. Nice when the car works.