Cougar – Moderator
Land Rover? Will a flat-blade screwdriver not open the lock?
I had a Mk1 Opel Manta ages ago, which had the door lock as a slide in the door trim, and I got into the habit of just flicking it along when I got out of the car and slamming the door. Then I did that one day when I took my jacket off with the keys in the pocket, chucked it onto the seat and shut the door, went for a wander around St Catherine’s Court, (Jane Seymour, actress old home), and came back to realise I couldn’t get back into the damned thing! Discovered that the key for a TR5 would open it, when the owner of one tried his key, then a bit of experimentation found the thin flat screwdriver blade on a Swiss Army knife would open it. Came in handy on more than one occasion, that.
iolo – Member
The AA have a book on how to break into cars.
I opened the boot of a works C max using the boot button on the key.
I put my keys in my coat. Decided it was too hot, took my coat off and put it in the boot. Closed the bootlid.
It locked. I was in Mwnt Beach, Pembrokeshire with no mobile signal and it was getting dark. I had to walk for miles to get a signal.
Another, similar occasion here; a bunch of us had gone for a photography road trip one December across to Llangorse, the Beacons, then back up to Gloucester. We parked the hire car by the side of a dual carriageway, because we wanted to try some long exposure light trail photos of traffic from a bridge.
Got back to the car, coats into the boot, get into car. Who’s got the key? Who was driving last? Rick was. Where’s the key, Rick? In my coat pocket, he says. Where’s your coat, Rick? In the boot, with everyone else’s. Everyone looks accusingly at the hapless Rick. It’s six in the evening on a Sunday, the car’s a hire car, and there’s no AA/RAC call-out, the garage the car came from is closed, and the Police can’t really be arsed. Cue much head scratching. No access into the boot from the passenger area, it’s a saloon, not a hatchback, then I have a lightbulb moment; there’s a cardboard trim panel on the parcel shelf, with speaker grills, so I pop the shelf off, to find there are no speakers. I shove my hand into the hole and grope around in the boot until I feel cloth, and start dragging it as far as possible through the 6″ dia hole. By a stroke of pure luck it’s Rick’s coat, and it’s the corner with the pocket with the keys!
Guess who bought all the drinks when we got up to the Air Balloon pub, and who’s never been allowed to forget it.