Hah! Where’s Wyatt? He laughed at me, for saying I needed chocolate to deal with a similar situation. 
The lady I hope to have to make this decision about lives about an hour and a half, maybe an hour an forty-five minutes, away, at posted speed limits. Ahem! I’m reasonably certain that the distance could be covered in considerably less time, should one happen to be a scofflaw. Of course, we’re all law abiding citizens, here, so we wouldn’t know, for sure. But, I have a hunch it could be done in under an hour and fifteen minutes, under, say, optimal conditions. Just a hunch, of course.
But, I totally sympathize.