So on the way home from Garold's Cook out Saturday I stopped for gas on a I-65 detour that was litterly in the middle of nowhere!! I was just reaching R on the fuel indicator. I opened the door and sat on the kickplate ready to battle my grumpy frunk cable release and......nothing, wouldn't even budge.
I fought with it for 10 minutes while I tried to think of how to tell my wife that we were stranded an hour and a half from home and the only way to open the frunk for gas was to take off the front bumper. Then I would have to explain to her that I had no tools and any auto shop that was close would probably be closed.
So feeling defeated I sat back in the driver's seat trying to think of something. Just as she walked out of the gas station I thought, CPR!! So I had her at the hood giving it light "CPR" compressions, as I repeatedly jerked over and over on the release lever and.... success!!!
The replacement of the cable is now top on my list of things to do on the car. I have also learned that I probably shouldn't go past 1/2 tank until it's fixed.