Lol, we really did spend 40 minutes or more debating fast food royalty. Is a king better than a queen? Would we all have to smell the 12yo's farts if he had ice cream? Did DQ have onion rings? The king did. Etc. (The 12yo swore that ice cream would not make him fart and that he'd give us notice if he had to. Then he didn't. When we yelled at him, he managed to choke out, "I lied!" In between his heaving laughter.)
In the car, no conversation is too boring or stupid.
We also spent a lot of time determining how much longer we had to the next Woo (state border).
There is place we pass driving on 77 in North Carolina where there are a bunch of pretty buildings on water. On warm days, people are often out on the water. We always talked about it. One time we had to stop for gas there late at night and we saw a Lady of the Evening at the gas station. Sis said that was why it was so nice there...they were all owned by wealthy whores. Ever after, that area has been referred to as "the whores", lol. It marks our half-way point.
We have names for many things we pass. Sis couldn't pronounce Sesquicentennial and called it Sasquatch Centennial.
So, a big part of the drive is passing stuff we know. Also discussing where we should stop overnight.
Honestly...no matter how long the drive is...if you do it with your loved ones, there is a lot of fun to be had in between the "He's on my side!" crap.