I loathe driving with a coat on. I will suffer pre-hypothermia for those terrible few minutes where the heat has not kicked on yet and then blast it until my contacts almost dry up and fall out if it means I don't have to wear that straight-jacket of a winter apparel. Bring it.
Maybe I have a coat that doesn't fit, but if that's true, I have never in my entire life had a coat that fits. Or maybe my biceps are just giant pythons that while cloaked, constrain me that much. I hate it.
Let's talk collar. I feel like a horse in blinders while glancing over my shoulder when changing lanes. Is there a car to the right rear? No idea -all I see is a woolly blocker that sometimes stabs me directly in the eye. Which is pleasant since the heat already dried the shit out of my retina.
Arms, hands and fingers - I can't feel my finger tips since the arms of this dumb thing have cut off the circulation to my hands while in the driving position. Standing? Fine. Driving? Torture.
This is why the vest, scarf, gloves combo is my favorite. I will rock this all day and put a coat over it if I have to with all disregard to my obvious bulkiness. Sing it with me....fat guy in a little coat....fat gut in a little cooooooaaaattt......
Coats should have arm pleats. That might help. Or maybe I will just continue to be angry on my blog. That definitely helps.