If we started driving right now we could beat the traffic jam, but you just know someone will have to stop after a lousy 125 million light years to find a rest room...
You know that after 150 million light years, you wife would be saying , “ Honey, just stop and ask someone where Regulus is.”
You’d then reply,” OH let’s just go another million miles, I know it’s right around here, I was in the Space Scouts, remember?”