The other day on a 20 mile ride my husband turned around, not to wait for me, but to pick up a set of keys in the road. We continued to ride along, every so often he would push the panic button to see if the matching car was in someones driveway or garage. We got to a restaurant that we decided to eat and, and guess what-the matching car was in the parking lot. All we had to do was make the alarm go off, and a confused person was looking out the window of the restaurant. She wasn't aware of having lost her keys, and seemed really confused when I handed them to her. Apparently she had another set, and had left these on top of the car and drove off.