Before we were married, Ruth bet me $5 I couldn’t get her cedar chest in my 1966 VW. I got it in, and she has never forgiven me. I bought a 4 track tape and laid the package on the floor behind the driver’s seat. The VW heater warped the tape into a twisted mess.
When we decided to take my old recliner to our son’s house, we played a game. “Can you get a La-z-Boy recliner into a Tesla?
We had already tried to put the chair in Daughter-in-Law’s Honda Accord. Our rigorous tests proved that an impossibility.
Armed with the knowledge gained during the Honda failure, we began to work the chair into the back hatch. Laying it on its back, in the reclined position, we slipped it in.
With the recliner leg support up, there was plenty of room for the driver and a passenger.
The next question nagging our minds was, would the hatch close? Like many power car doors, the closing mechanism reverses if it finds any resistance, like a child’s arm or the arm of a chair. It did balk, but only at the last second. Inspection showed the hatch was nudging a wing of the chair. I decided to help and was awarded an “assist” when the hatch locked.
Yup. The first picture was of the car with the chair inside. For the skeptic, a careful inspection of this last picture reveals a closed hatch. Ruth and I followed our son to his home, and we carried the chair upstairs to the library.
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