Most drivers never even notice it. Yet it’s right there, inches from your hand, every single time you buckle up. Here’s What the Little Button on Your Seat Belt Is Really For Most drivers never even notice it. Yet it’s right there, inches from your hand, every single time you buckle up. A tiny plastic disc, stitched into your seat belt, silently doing its job. It’s not decoration. It’s not a sensor. And when it fails, you feel the annoy…..CONTINUE READING BELOW
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