If I'd thought my husband might pull over for me to take a picture sooner, I'd have suggested it.
But I know better.
My husband asked [implied and expected is more like it] once (while 8 months pregnant) if I could wait until the "next town" to use the bathroom. In my mind that was 10 minutes down the road. 45 minutes later, after threatening more than a few times to pee on the seat, we finally found "the next town".
He ain't gonna stop for no stinking sunset.
Lucky though, we were getting to our destination a few minutes later. This is from the top deck of the M/V Pacific Link.