Memories of going 60 mph and seeing the inside of a windshield are not really memories.
I have fond memories of family trips when I was a kid, much of which consisted of riding in the car for long distances. We had our games we would play and, thankfully, none of us got carsick. Going through Wyoming we often counted dead rabbits on the road. No electronic games in those days but we managed to entertain ourselves. The biggest challenge was getting my dad to stop so we could use the restroom. ;) Oh, and we didn't have air conditioning, either!