This is fine, it's only a ten minute drive. The only thing is that I end up changing in my car, either in to or out of running/workout clothes. I have gotten so many strange looks from passing pedestrians as they look over to see a sweaty, six foot tall man flail around in a fogged-up car, trying to wrestle himself out of spandex tights. In my struggles, sometimes the horn gets honked at inopportune times, like when a lady is crossing the street in front of my car. Now I don't mind changing in my car, most of the time I look like I'm homeless anyway. It's the fact that I have such a...uh..."compact" car. It's a little cramped, and my clothes, shoes, skis, bikes, bags, etc... tend to fill up the back seat rather quickly. I like to think of myself as a sort of gypsy-nomad, and my car is like my camel, or maybe my yak, seeing as camels don't like the cold.
Whenever I have changed in my car it always feels weird sitting on the car seat with my bare ass. Maybe it's because that's the only time my butt touches my car seat. But it's almost like a treat.
ReplyDeleteJust wondering why you don't change at the gym? They do have changing rooms there don't they? If not I highly recommend the Chevy Suburban for a large camel like vehicle, they do have a 42 gallon gas tank, plus room for seven people who want to change their clothes inside a car. Although you won't win the hearts and minds of tree huggers driving one of those.
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