James T. Kirk

Jim laughed a little and forced himself up, grabbing at his clothing and then the blanket itself. He looked around, then just turned off the cycle and walked out into the field he had parked beside. He spread the blanket back out, dumping his clothing onto a corner of it, and then waded back through the tall grass to get the cycle further off the road. "It won't get cold enough that we're going to have to worry or anything, we should be okay like this."