I will put my 5 copies on motorway stories.
In the '90s, they headed with a friend to Poland mainly in Pšemyśl (Hello Sanek). Travels are heavy, the road there is half a day and night, the day of purchase, the night and half a day of return (this is if the customs will quickly give good). We drove changing, but still the way back was difficult - the car (a 4-cars) was stuck under the curtain, the seat was not thrown away to sleep, they drank coffee, ate seeds, sang songs - everything was. One deep night, after the border, they decided to make another bite of coffee, and the thermos was empty. I stopped at the cafeteria and I went to fill the container with the strongest coffee possible, and the partner remained behind the wheel. After 10 minutes, Sasha enters the cafe with open eyes and real dive hair in her hands holding the wheel from our ashes. It turned out that when I left, he instantly cut off, at this time from the meeting came to the side of the fur and stopped 5 meters in front of us, and the other fur passing by broke up and Sanek awakened, seeing before the burning headlights decided that he fell asleep and went out to the meeting well and lumped off all the brakes, while he so leaned to the floor with his legs and grabbed in the steering wheel that he broke out "with meat".
Good luck on the road guys.