It is not a modus operandi to which I subscribe and while my children were growing up I could be found gnawing my knuckles in frustration at the family’s inability even to leave at an agreed time. They would then sit in the car doing precisely nothing of any note before asking when we might be taking a break. From what? Staring out of the window, texting their mates, examining the inside of their eyelids?
Go alone and you leave all this behind. You get to depart when you wanted to, to the minute, and not 20 minutes later so you have to hare down the road so you don’t miss your train, bus, airplane or whatever it is you’re not rushing to catch. Go alone and you get to drive at the speed you choose, without any barracking from the back about going too fast or, just occasionally, too slow. Go alone and you get to listen only to what you wish. No inane conversations about who’s dumped who or what some ill-advised associate was wearing last night, just your choice of music, audiobook or silence.
I’m a much better driver on my own. With my head cleared of distractions, I’m just better at positioning the car on the road, reading the unspoken language of the road users around me, distinguishing between the aggressive idiots, the terrible drivers who just behave like aggressive idiots without ever meaning to, the distracted and the lost. It would be interesting to discover how much more likely you are to have an accident with your family on board than without. I have no idea, but expect it would be significantly so.