Driving for leisure

Driving as a job has now made me wonder why the hell people drive for pleasure.
When you drive for pleasure you drive around areas of outstanding natural beauty which you can't look at because you'll crash.
You get annoyed because even though you're driving at 25 miles an hour you'll invariably get stuck behind someone doing 24 who will suddenly become the blame for entire life's misfortunes.
You pull over into a lay-by to get out and look at the unspoilt landscape only to find it's been spoilt... by tourists like you.
Once every ten miles or so you get a delivery van sat on your tail, you both get angry because you have your principles about your speed and he can see his P45 getting closer and closer because of late deliveries.
At least one person in the car suffers from hayfever so the car slowly fills up with snotty tissues.
I, therefore, am staying in today... and relaxing!
Good luck!