I once took a long-weekend trip in a brand new (at the time) 1978 Mazda RX7. For those unfamiliar, it was a two-seat hardtop, hatchback sport coupe about the size of a Miata. I actually slept in the back of this car; I curled around the rear hatchback area, with my head at the rear where I could look up through the glass at the stars, and my legs and feet snaked between the seats and stretched toward the front console area (all in a sleeping bag of course, as I was in Death Valley and it got COLD at night). I slept well. I am 50 now, and this type of sleeping arrangement is a thing of the past, along with tree-climbing, fence-jumping and ANY kind of contact sports. Bob