my dad drives like a snail

So I'm headed home for Christmas. Yay! I asked my sister to swoop me from the airport, fun car ride, whatever. My mom, however, wants to come. And she wants to bring my dad. Prolly grandma too. The thing is that my dad drives like a snail. He goes dead-on, exactly the speed limit or slightly under. It drives me bananas. I can't deal. So what could be a quick, painless 2 hour drive from Chicago to Armpit, Indiana will now likely be a 3 hour ordeal. Party! I think that my best course of action is to arrive very drunk. :)