You don't want to be alone like a masterbating loser, when you can have the woman next to you in the car, cranking out non-stop, real-time, updated traffic information. It's like having a brand-new radio station.
You're listening to all-driving-complaint-radio. Bustin' your balls from the driveway to the highway. You get all the great hits: Your exit's coming up. Your exit's coming up. Your exit's coming up. Your exit's coming up. And after a while you're going, 'Yeah, well, so is ...