I pray driving to and from work, long and very detailed prayer, talking over with God what I am studying or how I see Him working in my life, both contemplation of sorts and petitions and thanks. Most of the drive is on interstates, but at rush hour you still have to have focus on that also. And the prayer gets interrupted from time to time, but I stay in the “slow lane” at a speed equal or slightly slower than the majority of cars for fewer needs to react, and as a kind of “self-control” of my appetite to get ahead of everyone.
But when interrupted, after it is over, I get back to this conversation with my Friend. The drive itself is done for Him, to go to the spot (work) where he can use me today to do his will. The drive might be considered as a parallel to the disciples walking with Jesus on the road to Capernaum. They talk on the way and listen, and also make way for people from the opposite direction, greet them, or make way for others walking faster or riding, then get back to their conversation. I am on that road with Jesus every morning and evening. We do not wait to sit by the lake or by a well to talk.