I absolutely do not approve of driving stoned, but I do have some stories from long ago when I used to drive around stoned. One time my brother and I were driving from San Diego to Humboldt, and we held off smoking until we came off the Grapevine hill down into the San Joaquin valley. From there, it's a couple hundred miles on I5, straight as a ruler, so pretty easy to drive stoned. As soon as we get off the hill, we spark up the bong and pass it back and forth a few times. After awhile, I start seeing all these orchards and other agriculture I don't remember from that stretch of 5. After awhile longer, we come to a trafiic light! Where the fuck are we? We are supposed to be on the biggest, longest, straightest, easiest freeway in all of California! Somehow we had got off on old highway 99 instead of staying on 5. Fortunately, they go pretty much the same way, and we cut back over near Sacramento.