At some point in the past few years, I became anti-air travel. I’m not vehemently against it. I’ll take a plane when going across the country.

But, if I’m taking a trip somewhere drivable, I almost always prefer to take a road trip. This wasn’t always the case. I used to dislike driving, or at least dislike it more than flying. Somewhere along the line, I started getting annoyed at the added time that went along with a flight.

I think it also has to do with control. I can’t control plane cancellations or inclement weather at airports. I can’t control the length of security lines and the speed at which they move. I can control how quickly I drive and when we leave in the car. If there’s traffic, I can control the route I take. In a literal way, on a road trip, I’m in the drivers seat.

Also, you can’t pull over in the middle of a flight to eat at an Arby’s.