Yes, even the incidents when one traveled through the night attempting to find open gas stations on the roads (no Interstates back then) There were times when we would literally pull into a station, lock the doors and await the owners morning return to open. We’d attempt to sleep, if the chickens around the place were quiet. Some of those chickens could get noisy. And the roosters would always be vocal if an alarm should be needed.
I do enjoy being able to travel to Las Vegas from Orange County, Calif. in three-and-a-half hours in air-conditioned comfort--a far cry from our first trip there in 1961 in a 1958 Edsel Villager station wagon over two-lane roads, a trip that took about six hours.
Motorists in those days often drove through the desert at night to avoid the heat, as we did in August, 1963, when we left the LA area at around eight PM on a trip to Blythe, Calif., which we reached well after midnight.