My father would not stop while we were traveling. We went often to my mother's homeplace which was 8 hours away. If we did stop it was by the side ofthe road. Once when I was grown and driving by myself I had to pee but I told myself that I couldn't stop. Then I asked myself why not? I was by myself and I could do what I want. Now I don't like to travel because I have to pee and poop all of the time. My husband stops but I'm anxious I won't get to a RR in time. And my dad? In his later years he had to carry a urninal under the seat.