I just enjoy being on a train or bus - I still have some of that schoolboyish enthusiasm for it. I've never got used to planes or cars - you can't relax. I can even daydream on a train, inspired by what I see out of the windows.

Of course a car drive is also sometimes a good way to solve an impossible conceptual problem that's been going around in your mind. Focusing on driving seems to bring a different kind of thinking into play - ie not thinking consciously.

But I still couldn't tell you exact model of Fiat I have apart from the name, nor the licence number. I just don't care.

You can't be me, I'm taken