I jokingly tell all my customers to Google up a restaurant they like, . . . about 2 hours drive from their house (or a store, . . . wife, . . . ex-wife, . . . girl friend, . . . etc.)
Strap on the holster, . . . put the weapon in it, . . . take the drive. Eat, shop, or visit, . . . as appropriate, . . . come home.
The combination of the cramped quarters (strapped in in the driver's seat) and the constant body heat, . . . should get it all "moddyfyed" to your personal dimensions.
Haven't had one complaint yet, . . . other than the restaurant was a bad choice and the food was lousy.
May God bless,
Dwight