In my first car. A banana yellow Chevette hatchback.
My parents stayed in a caravan in Mid Wales and I left to pick them up at around 5 in the morning.
Just a map and some hand written instructions had me blasting through the Welsh Countryside along empty A and B roads for close to three hours. About two hours into the drive I came to a fork in the road and had to stop to check the map. I got out of the car and as I smoked in those days lit up a cigarette and surveyed the scene.
The Chevette's headlights picking out the early morning mist, surrounded by trees and just the sound of the engine ticking over behind me. Bliss.
Moving back from London to here. The missus Marina was playing up so we left in convoy at midnight and did 40 mph all the way back.
She didn't know the route so I spent most of the M25 bit looking in the rear view mirror to make sure she was still there.
As we joined the M1 the radio in my Cavalier packed up and I had only one tape in the car. Played it on a loop for about three hours and then gave up. Can't stand level 42 now.