It's starting to feel like an old Bob Seger song, the one covered so well by Metallica "riding 16 hours and there's nothing much to do ... you just wish the trip was through".
Our New Zealand rugby players simply do not need any more stamps in their passports when it comes to another expansion of the Super 15 rugby competition.
Whatever television money Sanzar feels can be accrued from the inclusion of an Argentine franchise and yet another South African team is, from a New Zealand prospective, a casebook study in the law of diminishing returns.
The major resource is the players whose body clocks are already run ragged by playing a winter code for 11 months a year and now face the prospect of a further 16 hours in the sky at least once every three weeks.
That's a lot of mileage to put on the human engine.
Argentina does has my sympathy as the one strong rugby nation handicapped by not being in close proximity to either Australasia or Europe's premier club competitions.
But the NZRFU should think selfishly with most of Argentina's top players locked into French club contracts outside the test match windows, how much can truly be gained by organising red-eye flights to send our five teams over to belt the remainder every other weekend?
If this is truly about expanding South Africa's coffers while giving an Argentine domestic team a worthy Southern Hemisphere competition to develop their own resources, then the answer to me is obvious.
Enter the Argentinians, with a few imports, in the Currie Cup - still the most prestigious prize in the Rainbow Nation - and played from August to October.
If you base the Latino team in Buenos Aires and can reach an agreement for at least half the South African sides to play their "home" game in Cape Town, you can structure a draw where teams only need to travel one nine-hour return flight every three weeks.
You also create a novelty for the television audiences of both nations and hopefully crowd attendance would also be sufficient to offset some of the added costs.
And then you can leave us saturated Kiwis on the other side of the globe well out of it.
Also starting a long season, the 2014 Nascar year began burning rubber this week with the running of the Sprint Cup's opening race and biggest event, the Daytona 500.
While viewer interest south of the equator is negligible because our motorheads and casual race fans keep their eyes glued to the Aussie V8s and their flagship Bathurst 1000, in the Yankee heartland the pupils get positively dilated on The Great American Race.
This attention always leads to some slick marketing videos by the sponsors of their various drivers, but, once again, this year nothing beat the efforts of four-time champion Jeff Gordon.
The 42-year-old went "viral" in 2013 when he put on a fake moustache and took an unsuspecting car salesman on the ride from hell at a bowel-constricting 180 miles per hour.
Naturally the hit video attracted its share of critics, including motor industry scribe Travis Okulski, who studied the footage like the Zapruder film and told all and sundry it had to be fake.
So this time around, Gordon donned a beard and, in the guise of an ex-con taxi driver, collected the clueless Okulski and proceeded to hold him hostage for a stunning police chase the patrol car driven by a fellow conspirator through an empty industrial site.
"Sorry man, I can't go back [to prison]," Gordon opines in that southern drawl over the wailing screams of his helpless passenger.
Check it out on YouTube, it's hilarious.
In another great moment, this year's race was won by Dale Earnhardt jnr - the second Daytona victory for the son of the late motor racing legend Dale snr - finally snapping a run of 55 drives without heading to victory lane.