The punks and I had our road trip and all went well. We drove along the Brenta River for a few hours, getting only moderately lost and incurring no traffic violations. I'd say it was a success. The Rolling Stones were playing on the radio (the DJ said that "compilation" was a bogus word Italians made up) and I even felt a wave of road trip bliss come over me.
Punkette had the camera in the back seat: