I spent many an hour in a car when I was a kid, especially when I was between 5 and 9 years old.

My family lived in a small town on the Canadian border in upstate New York, a very small town. We used to travel 27 miles each way to the nearest “big city,” Plattsburgh, to do our grocery shopping. My father loved driving, so Sunday afternoon sightseeing trips were a common – and cheap – form of entertainment.