Well, I can tell you one way – drive like Cruella de Vil at the end of “101 Dalmatians” (the original ’61 cartoon).
On this occasion, it being well past midnight, I found myself nodding off while returning from ferrying a long fare (I drove a hack, then) from a night-club in London to somewhere out around Cambridge.
And whilst I’d already had an experience where I had driven a motorbike while sleeping (see elsewhere in these columns) I knew a CAR is a different prospect.
Fall asleep and you fall off the ROAD.
But then I had an idea. I turned off the M11 motorway at the next exit and drove to the OLD London to Cambridge road – a two-lane tarmac country road, which at that time of night was virtually deserted.
I started off on the unfamiliar road at around forty. Then I slowly increased my speed to fifty. After a while, having acclimatised, I was reaching ninety on the straights (scaring the CRAP out of one guy, who was bumbling along at forty) and burning the brakes, doing racing changes for the corners.
And it WORKED. The adrenalin rush perked me up to the point where instead of crawling into bed when I reached London – I went back down to the West End and did two more jobs.
Of course, this technique would never have worked on the M11. Given that a motorway is wide, with smooth, gradual corners – to experience the same impression of speed, I would have had to top two hundred. A speed hard to achieve in a Peugeot 404!