I have a more metaphysical take on it: One's level of suffering is proportional to the distance between where one's body is located, and where one's mind is. It applies in a lot of different scenarios, and I think is kind of the secret behind the mindfulness movement. (If your mind and body are in the same place, you are much happier.)

The way that this applies to cars is in two ways: 1) The driver's body is physically located in a torture chamber, essentially. Sure, they put in a cushy recliner, and an entertainment system, but those can only do so much to mitigate how awful it is to drive. 2) The speed of the car promises a quick trip, so the driver's mind is already at their destination, and the separation makes them miserable and furious.

Yeah, yeah, that's pretty woo-woo. It's just a metaphor for the impatience drivers feel because, in their minds, they're already walking in the door, they're already ordering food at the restaurant, they're already kissing their spouse, they're already answering work emails, or whatever it is they have at the destination. And you, pedestrian, you are directly responsible for keeping them from it.

But I notice the real effects myself. Last weekend, I went up north to my vacation spot, where I've found that riding my bicycle to the beach is subjectively much faster than driving. It's almost like teleporting! Objectively, it takes longer, but when I'm riding my bicycle, I'm mentally on the road riding my bicycle, so the trip doesn't even register as part of the beach experience the way driving does.