At least it does in theory.
Hot on the heels of successfully programming 12 radio stations into the car, the daughter and I embark on setting up the bluetooth. The salesman was kind enough to get my cellphone recognised by the bluetooth system yesterday, so all we had to do was programme in a few numbers and learn how to make and receive calls.
Either the voice recognition system was deaf or it was being awkward. I would dictate a 10 digit number, it would repeat a 14 digit one. I said "Go back". It heard zero as 4. We thought it might be xenophobic so I tried a southern accent, only to be rejected again. The daughter tried, in her best american teenspeak, but it heard "pound key" several times. We erupted into fits of raucous laughter. I hoped the neighbours weren't watching.
After 30 minutes we had our first successful number entry and had to name it.
"Home" I said.
"I'm sorry, that sounds too much like Help", it said.
"Our House", I said.
"That sounds too much like Go Back", it said.
"Go back you cretin", I said.
"Pardon", it said.
After 45 minutes we had 3 numbers in and just needed to enter the son's number, but no matter how we tried we couldn't get it to work. It would not accept "Nick", "Nicky J", "Nicky J" with the sound effect of keys crashing onto the console, or "Nicholas".
Tearing our hair out we called the son to the car. He lay down on the back seat and in his best Nate robot voice dictated first his number and then his name. We rolled our eyes. We waited for it to say something stupid, but it didn't. It just repeated the name and number perfectly and asked him to confirm.
So he will now enter all the numbers for me, and when I need to call someone I will have to lower my voice by a couple of octaves and speak like a dalek. Brill.
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