Some interesting replies to the OP. I’ve enjoyed reading this thread, as one who dreams of being an owner driver, motoring through the arid New Mexico landscape, with a chiselled Khrus Kristofferson chin and a beautiful lady with a dirty skirt and convertible car to flirt with.
…and then I wake up to a filthy lay by, with a fat tramper washing his knackers from a jerry can while I try to eat a cheesy meatball sandwich.
Ah well, one can dream…