When I had a car, it was basically a self-propelled Dumpster. All of my cars were like that. Once I rear-ended someone and the thing I remember is all the crap sliding out from under the seats.

That’s all behind me now. You can’t stash crap-you-don’t-know-what-else-to-do-with on a bicycle.

As for my wife’s car, we won’t talk about that.