Okay, road trip does not always mean road trip.
Or, one man's road trip is another man's mistake in not taking the plane.
That said, I can't imagine anyone wanting to buy a driverless car. Driving, especially when young (if not foolish) lies in the freedom to follow the road and to be autonomously in charge of some kind of geographical destiny. However, in maturity, I believe long exposure to it has to be accompanied by some other stimulus to make it worth the effort, and getting fatigued due to extended periods at the helm is not clever: it's dangerous. Drifting off into introspection and explorations of the navel whilst driving are distractions perilous both to driver and other users of the same track. I find that even having the music on can be a distraction that one is not usually aware is distracting one. For instance, often, when I have to park alongside the pavement, between others so parked, I simply have to turn off the sound in order to engage not only reverse but also the mind.
Of course, the latter is usually the fault of the rotten design of contemporary cars where the four corners have ceased to exist. Having to rely on sound bleeps is simply a manufacturer's admission of intentional design failure in the pursuit of imagined sexiness of shape. I could once park large cars without problems because I could see where they were situated relative to other objects; the whereabouts of my tiny Fiesta's extremities remains a mystery even after seven or so years of familiarity. You might be forgiven for thinking our relationship has not been consumated, but remains a passionless one of small, irritating inconveniences. But what choice else be there? They are all the bloody same.
High speed. In the UK it used to be 70mph on motorways. In Spain it is 120kph and in France, 130kph last time I was there. Thing is, when you have been doing the legal maximum for a few minutes, whether it is 120kph, 130kph or anything else, it feels exactly the same thing: normal. You lose relativity. In my own mind, if you hit something at any of those speeds it really matters little: you are in the next world without the help of a rocket, but let's not let politics ruin the trajectory of this flight discourse.
Rob