As some previous posts established I drove to Manchester and back this week. Stupid really. About 5 hours each way.
To start with it was logistically stupid, the train took forever and I had to beetle back to London for a conference call on the Friday, getting all stressed out, if I'd been on the train I could have just chatted while sipping a refreshing leaf tea.
And it was obviously environmentally stupid which was made even more obvious to me as I listened to Shared Earth on Radio 4. About carbon offsetting. (So I've been to the Carbon Neutral company and assuaged some of my guilt, though it seems unsatisfactorily un-scientific.)
The problem is I can only really think when I'm driving. I've never found such a conducive environment for ideas, plans and sorting stuff in your head. It's probably some varient of continuous partial attention or a flow state or something, but enough of my brain is occupied with driving, not crashing etc that I dont get bored, but not so much that I can't think through other stuff. I'm not sure that'll happen on a train, I'll start reading or blogging, I won't be able to just think. That's the real benefit of cars; thinking time. And loud music.