Take a trip alone once. You’ll find out if you’re good company for eight hours in a car.

Traveling with other people means the day is continuously negotiated, and the negotiating covers over the question of what you would have picked. On your own, every decision is yours and so is every hour of silence. Somewhere in the middle that turns uncomfortable, and the discomfort is the informative part, because what you reach for then is a fairly honest portrait of you.

Take a small version first if the whole idea is a lot. One day, somewhere reachable, no plan past lunch. Notice what you do around hour four, when the novelty is gone and the road is still there.