I loved being driven around, road trips or otherwise. The simple reason being, I could see parts of the city I would never be able to if I'd used the public transport. We'd take a new route every day and it was absolutely wonderful. Long road trips took us to remote parts of the US where the entire town was possibly 200 people, an Inn and a petrol bunk. It's was precious to get to see the domestic life of Americans, how different and yet how similar it is to ours. Running errands, cleaning up, mowing the lawns, watering the plants... you know... same old same old.
I fondly remember driving through Arizona, the sweltering heat outside, the mountainous terrain and general lack of habitation was throwing us off for a bit. Long unending roads and just our GPS to show us the way. It was quite the experience, mostly because in India, I could easily expect a few villages and towns in between. Here, there were none. We were on our own, the true idea of me (we) and road and what all the motorcycle guys were raving about, I finally understood. That solace was weird to find, it's something I enjoyed.
While I maintain that I thrive in chaos, I am also of the belief that finding that moment of calm is utterly important.