My main memorable experience with fats in cars was being a yard manager for a security company about 10 years ago. One of the office staff was a fucking huge thing. One of my tasks was detailing returning patrol cars. Anything she fucking touched I would have to hide right down the back and air out for an hour before I could get close enough to clean it. Fat thing has to have the window closed and the aircon running full blast all the time as anything warmer than deep winter makes it break out in heat rashes in it's fat folds and then had to overdose on cheap shit deodorant to stop it choking itself to death on its own stank. The closest a man could get to that God awful stench is spraying with lynx/axe (if you are a fan of this stuff you might just be a 12 year old neckbeard in training) putting on a polo shirt, fucking another dude in the ass for an hour, coating himself again, fucking for another hour, then covering up with another layer of lynx and wiping their own arse with that sweaty stanky ass shirt and putting it back on again.