Neither of the vehicles I drive HAVE a boot, so I can honestly say nothing.
But right now in the driver's side rear seat of the Toyota I have an air compressor, Coleman jump start battery pack, 1600W inverter, 2 ton trolley jack, 4-way wheel spanner, first aid kit, and a fire extinguisher. All in a milk crate.
Behind the seat in the truck I have a set of jumper leads, my 60,000 pound tow strap, 6 ratchet tie downs, and a lantern type torch. In the bed of the truck I have about 3,500 pounds of firewood I haven't unloaded yet. All in a specialy built box screwed to the cab floor.
I won't even go into what ever the hell my wife has in the boot of the Neon. I honestly have no idea. All I know is that if you open it, you better be prepared to stick around to get it to close again. That boot resembles a teenager's closet when he's told to clean his room up at 5:00 on Friday. Then again, for a supposedly 5 passenger car, there's only room to sit in the front seat. She's got a humongous pile of **** in the back and I have no idea why. But I'm tired of cleaning her car up for her only to have her complain that I threw out something important and three days later it look like I didn't do a thing. So she can live with a car that looks like someone dumped 5 dumpsters into it. I never get in it anymore.
But right now in the driver's side rear seat of the Toyota I have an air compressor, Coleman jump start battery pack, 1600W inverter, 2 ton trolley jack, 4-way wheel spanner, first aid kit, and a fire extinguisher. All in a milk crate.
Behind the seat in the truck I have a set of jumper leads, my 60,000 pound tow strap, 6 ratchet tie downs, and a lantern type torch. In the bed of the truck I have about 3,500 pounds of firewood I haven't unloaded yet. All in a specialy built box screwed to the cab floor.
I won't even go into what ever the hell my wife has in the boot of the Neon. I honestly have no idea. All I know is that if you open it, you better be prepared to stick around to get it to close again. That boot resembles a teenager's closet when he's told to clean his room up at 5:00 on Friday. Then again, for a supposedly 5 passenger car, there's only room to sit in the front seat. She's got a humongous pile of **** in the back and I have no idea why. But I'm tired of cleaning her car up for her only to have her complain that I threw out something important and three days later it look like I didn't do a thing. So she can live with a car that looks like someone dumped 5 dumpsters into it. I never get in it anymore.