Say it's 115'.
You're pushing your cart full of a stick of butter, 3 gallons of ice cream, endless beer, and 12 bags of chips because your SO sent you to the store because she's out of butter.
You see your car in the distance and think "Good time to start 'er up so I can have some AC when I get inside". Hit the loading icon on the fob (aka, remote start), and now your car is coming to life. But, you still have this cart full of amazing, and a stick of butter. "This needs to go into the trunk", you think.
So, you push the trunk button twice, as the fob demands you do.
And nothing bloody happens. Nothing.
The car sits there, running, taunting you and your assortment of junk food that will surely get you yelled at when you get home ("But I am goddamn adult and will get what I want!").
How do you open the stupid trunk?!? Oh, like a peasant, you have to open the door, and push the silly trunk button under the dash. You can now commence loading your guilty pleasures -- and a stick of butter.
This, can't, be, right -- Can it, or is my car becoming sentient and won't allow me to remote start the car, AND hope the trunk with the fob?
You're pushing your cart full of a stick of butter, 3 gallons of ice cream, endless beer, and 12 bags of chips because your SO sent you to the store because she's out of butter.
You see your car in the distance and think "Good time to start 'er up so I can have some AC when I get inside". Hit the loading icon on the fob (aka, remote start), and now your car is coming to life. But, you still have this cart full of amazing, and a stick of butter. "This needs to go into the trunk", you think.
So, you push the trunk button twice, as the fob demands you do.
And nothing bloody happens. Nothing.
The car sits there, running, taunting you and your assortment of junk food that will surely get you yelled at when you get home ("But I am goddamn adult and will get what I want!").
How do you open the stupid trunk?!? Oh, like a peasant, you have to open the door, and push the silly trunk button under the dash. You can now commence loading your guilty pleasures -- and a stick of butter.
This, can't, be, right -- Can it, or is my car becoming sentient and won't allow me to remote start the car, AND hope the trunk with the fob?