You're driving on a warm summer night with your windows down. You're hooked on a song and have already played it five times tonight (and belted it with more and more fervor each time), but who cares?
No one's around to bother you. The road has precious few other drivers. You pass them all. If not for the fact that every single car is probably a cop, you'd be doing a cool 125 mph no problem. Oh well, there's still nothing like a good night drive.