There was this section of the old Eyre Highway that was perfect. It was a solid half an hour drive of smooth-ish track.

The vegetation was short so if there was any kangaroos around you had plenty of warning. It was still light enough too that the rabbits hadn’t come out of their burrows. So all together it meant a stress free 100km/h run with the windows down and the warm evening desert air filling my lungs.

No music, just the burble of the boxer turbo on song. It was a little piece of heaven.