Oh this is painful but I do love motorways - the two best things about them are when you're driving on one that is hundreds of miles from home, and when you are crossing one on a footbridge along the Pennine Way or somewhere. Living where I do now, I judge how far from home I am by the hum from the M27, before/after walking over it or under it and then either away to adventure or home to comfort - I find comfort slightly deflating, adventure less and less daunting.