The distance between the front and back seats of a Lincoln Towncar is about five feet. I haven’t measured it, but that seems about right. Yet that distance appears to vary according to whomever sits back there.
I think it’s a personal space issue, but there’s more to it than that. The nature of the relationship between the driver and the drivee changes the feel of the gap. Oftentimes, a kind of electric charge exists between the two of us, and after some experimentation, I’ve found that I can control it.
By now you probably think I’m nuts. I’ll have you know I’ve been certified 95% sane by a registered veterinarian. It’s just that an unusual energy forms when two unrelated, otherwise distant people are cooped up in tin can for a long time.
Like the International Space Station, but at .0000000002% of the cost.