“It couldn’t be that difficult; we’ll figure it out!”
I was so optimistic! So genuinely happy……so fucking clueless.
Heather and I were looking around the dash of the Camaro SS Convertible for a button that would put the top down.
Our luggage was crammed in the back seat, and after over three hours on a plane, we were ready for some fresh air! (Or at least some free-flowing air, considering I don’t know how “fresh” the air is in L.A.)
We found the button that depicted the car’s roof and knew we were in store for some fun next.
Heather pushed it.
Not a damn thing happened….OH…except the car yelled at us through its illuminated screen to tell us the roof wasn’t unlatched. (Pretty sure it’s bright, red letters read, “Unhook the roof first, dumbasses.”)
Oh!! RIGHT!! ON IT!!!
Immediately we see the handle above our heads. Heather tried pulling it first…and pulled, and yanked, and struggled.
It was my turn to give it a go. I pulled….and yanked….and pulled again…and just when I thought my hand was about to slip off, the handle turned.
“A-ha! You have to TURN it, too!!”
At this point, we’re both feeling like the car almost outsmarted us.
So then we push the roof-retracting button again. It begins to make a sound like it will go down, but then immediately stops and flashes some message on the dashboard screen. Another SOMETHING has to be latched.
“WHAT??? (Looked around in bewilderment.) There IS no other SOMETHING TO latch!”
So we begin searching all around the dash again, and after a few more minutes, Heather pulls out her phone.
Yup…we had to Google how to open the rooftop. It turns out that you have to move some cover back into some grooves INSIDE THE TRUNK before opening the ROOF.
Fine. Way to be DIFFICULT!!!!
So now the search was on for the trunk release…which turned into another 3 minutes of our lives used looking for buttons in this car. We found it…pressed it…
At this point, we are at the verge of becoming like chimps and just pushing ALL THE BUTTONS and slamming our fists into the dashboard, as if that will take care of everything!
I grab the owner’s manual from the glove compartment, in search of our answer, when an middle-aged gentlemen who worked for the rental car agency noticed our struggle, and stopped to offer his assistance.
We explained that the trunk wouldn’t open, but we needed to get in there so that we could hook up “the thing into the other thing” so we could open the ROOF!
Pretty sure the guy was convinced we were both airheads as he asked for the keys to the car. We unhooked them from the ignition and handed them over. He proceeded to continually press the trunk button on the key-pad, but to no avail. Then HE started pressing the release that was inside the car, REPEATEDLY…and began scratching his head.
“YES!!! WE’RE NOT DUMBASSES!!! IT’S NOT JUST US!!”
Inside, I think we were dancing with joy together, and throwing imaginary flowers into the air and lifting our hands up to the sun in glee!!!
“Look at us and how we’re not total ditzes! YAY!”
But then, after a few seconds, he says, “OH! You have to hook the roof latch back down before the trunk will open.”
**sad trombone** Waaah Waah Waaaaaah…
So then we struggle with THAT latch again, manage to hook the roof BACK onto the car, pop open the trunk with ease, stretch and insert the bar w/ the trunk cover into its place, UNLATCH the roof AGAIN, press the button….and then it opens.
It only took us about 25 minutes to figure out how to open the damn roof on that pretty car!