You deposit your delicate derrière onto the driver seat and you:
(a) Run back into the house and don't emerge until May.
(b) Grit your teeth, remain seated and get frostbite on your bum.
(c) Turn on the seat heat and drive away. - OR:
(d) Settle yourself in comfort and calmly drive away.
I have a friend who goes for option (a), spending winters holed up in her house until she runs out of food. As she telecommutes, she really only needs to emerge to walk her dog a few times a day: since it doesn't involve putting her behind in contact with any cold objects, she can deal with that.
But a mom like me doesn't have that option. There's school, sports, fossil hunting. There's grocery shopping and cello lessons. I have to take that driver's seat.