Minivan with the middle seats removed and the third row seats folded into the cubby under the floor (aka a giant cavern behind me).
Large 3'x4' dog bed, 2 fuzzy blankets, 4 dusty towels, dog leash, empty bread bags.
Folded blue tarp that fits the floor back there
Mountain bike, both wheels on.
3 soft plastic bike water bottles for pre, during, and post ride, bottle of gatorade
4 reusable shopping bags stuffed inside a fifth
In a cubby in the far back, tools for installing my hitch mount bike rack, chain lube and a dirty chain rag, pair of work gloves, flares, sunscreen, dustpan and handbroom, bottle of windex, roll of shop towels
Another cubby has the jack and lug nut wrench
Dead center, under the bike, a pair of 10' long 2x4s slid between the front seats (yes really, they fit inside with the hatch closed).
Home depot bag with a box of screws and rattle can of paint)
Jumper cables under the drivers seat
On the floor in front of the passenger seat I have a pastic tote with another bottle of windex, baby wipes, sunscreen, napkins, two beer bottle caps, a badly chewed rubber lacrosse ball, lots of dog hair, melted chocolate, some coins, chapstick, pens, notepad.
At least I unloaded my bag of ride gear with salty stinky cycling shoes, helmet, gloves, lycra padded shorts, jersey, socks. 
Gotta get the bike and the lumber and home depot bag out. The rest stays.
FBW then 46, XWHNPDPAFTG the destroyer of my entire life. D-Day 1 '99, D-Day 2,3,4,5,6... '09-'11, D '15. I fell apart. I put myself back together. Forgiveness isn't required. I'm happy and healthy now, and MY new life is good.
