I have discovered, thanks to riding around in my son's '67 and my husband's '70 pick up trucks, that old school treasure: floor vents.
With a handy move of my foot, my good-not-sprained foot, I can open a vent that allows fresh, cold air to blast onto me.
I could use that in our modern family car, and by modern I mean a '99 Tahoe. Too often I am hot, or partially car sick and I need cool air blowing on me. Opening the window means my poor daughter suffers with the wind wiping past me to hit her. Turning on the AC seems a bit extreme in 58 degree weather.
But the miracle of the floor vent is cool air right on me, no hassle or worry. It's a luxury that should never have been made obsolete.
I shudder to think how I will handle hot flashes in the future. Maybe I'll take to riding around in the convertible all the time. Top down and no worries about floor vents or windows or AC!