My usual morning ritual today, out to my Panzer at 0540 to load up my clothes, gym bag and food for the day. Like Beaker, I have a power tailgate on mine. Pressed the button on the remote, nothing. Again, nothing. Rude words snarled under breath. Nothing. Into driver’s side and pressed button by bonnet release. Nothing. More rude words. Nothing. Pressed button again. Nothing. Threats of gratuitous violence. Nothing. Tried the button on the tailgate itself. Nothing.
Fortunately, the twatty Germans have designed the tailgate so that the rear screen can be opened without needing to open the whole tailgate, which I remembered after loading the boot bŷ folding down the back seat. I’m a nob, I know. Got to gym car park and tried the button under the dash again. Nothing. Unadulterated threats. Nothing. Pressed the button on the fob and the bastard tailgate opened.
It worked when I was done at the gym and again when I stopped at Mozzers to pick up some lunch. And again when I got to work.
Bastard German rubbish.
Fortunately, the twatty Germans have designed the tailgate so that the rear screen can be opened without needing to open the whole tailgate, which I remembered after loading the boot bŷ folding down the back seat. I’m a nob, I know. Got to gym car park and tried the button under the dash again. Nothing. Unadulterated threats. Nothing. Pressed the button on the fob and the bastard tailgate opened.
It worked when I was done at the gym and again when I stopped at Mozzers to pick up some lunch. And again when I got to work.
Bastard German rubbish.