When I were a nipper (1959 - 1964 or so) my Dad was a sailor, so we traveled often across the USA from one posting to another, a 4 to 5 day trip.
My parent's method of travel was to start each day at about 0400, and drive for 12 hours, then look for a motel (no on-line bookings then, you looked for "Vacancy" signs). We'd stop around 1600, stop at a grocery, then to bed.
At 0300, my Mom would wake us kids up, cross as crabs at that hour of course, and we'd have breakfast in the room. It invariably consisted of the little cereal packets where you would open one side on the perforations, and pour milk onto the cereal in the foil inner pack. With that we had little "pecan twirl" pastries (don't know if you have them under that name there, you can look 'em up).
TO THIS DAY I can't eat that stuff, I feel like a tired, sleepy, teed-off 7-year-old ever time I see or even smell a pecan twirl .... !