Well let's just say I got lazy and didn't post, as I learned in the Army: Just 3 responses; Yes Sir, No Sir, and No Excuse Sir. Other than that I have many excuses. The first road trip was to The Christian Motorcyclists Association State Rally and with the station wagon and the Assistant Driver, no radio, just the car noise, still needs more insulation and in the wind. But there was a squeak and all you can imagine is paint versus paint and 230 miles later safe and sound in the garage I found the squeak. This stupid hold down was squeaking like a *Paint Destroying Out of Space Tool* designed to scrape that could be used to scrape the paint off a battleship, remember the nails on a blackboard?