If you were the driver, it was about escape. Maybe you were leaving a bad relationship. Maybe you were driving home for Christmas. Maybe you just needed to drive for eight hours to clear your head because therapy wasn't a thing people talked about in 1982.
If you were a kid in the back seat, it was about falling asleep to the vibration of the engine, waking up briefly to see the moon chasing the car, and trusting that the grown-ups knew where you were going. night trip 1982
A night trip in 1982 wasn't just travel. It was a liminal space. If you were the driver, it was about escape