I drove my husband's 12-year-old car on Monday and Tuesday this week. It needed its exhaust repair (scheduled in two days), and I didn't want him driving it an hour down in Cincy. Tuesday was one of those pick-up, drop-off yours, mine, ours days. Two of my kids friends got in the back of this car and were amazed first that the locks had to be unlocked with a key! No handheld button you pressed from 50 yards away.