exactly. The wind in your hair (or not, as the case may be).I've always loved the romance of motoring, and the open road. But like you say, unless you're some sort of international playboy blasting down to the south of France in a Ferrari, such thrills don't exist.
It's why I've fallen out of love with cars and motoring, and now find more interest in cycling.
Riding at speed through empty country lanes at dawn feels gives me the feeling of freedom I'd always failed to attain whilst driving. And it poses minimal risk to others and the environment.
I don't go in cars much, but I was driven to Swansea a couple of weeks ago, and, for all the wonders of the M4 (and the wonderful company) it was a tiresome thing - although less tiresome for me than for the driver. There's simply no comparison with a bike ride. And doing it with a friend is twice the fun!