Those long drives must be especially tough while trying to fight off that never-ending chain of bj's (so distracting!).
Just wait ten-fifteen years when your chief concerns in the van are the state of the road and/or tire quality, missing your dog/wife/children, what interesting historical plaques and/or interesting regional foods you saw on PBS that your bandmates refuse to stop for, where on the dial the local NPR affiliate lies, wondering if it's really that unlikely for you to have a heart attack this young, and wait, shit, did my hand always shake like this? I really, really hope that's not the DTs.