Golden Week Sacrifice Driver

"I have to leave the house at 5 o'clock tomorrow to go drop someone off."
A customer who came to the shop for glasses maintenance suddenly let those words slip.

When I asked for details, it turned out that the next day, they had to drive their high school child from the high school in Hiroshima City, where they live in a dormitory, to Sakaiminato City in Tottori Prefecture for club activities.
The meeting time at the destination is 9:00 AM at the latest.
And that includes picking up other children whose parents cannot provide transportation.

Living in Hiroshima, I have a rough idea of the distance from Hiroshima City to Sakaiminato City. It is quite far.

Can you see how far it is?
It goes beyond the scope of just dropping off a child. The trip from Hiroshima City to Sakaiminato City is practically a vacation.
After all, it goes from the Seto Inland Sea coast to the Sea of Japan coast. It spans across two seas.

"Isn't that way too far!?"
When I asked this, using words that were not quite indirect, the person replied,
"We have a Hiace, so we don't have a choice."

The Hiace. A popular vehicle model from Toyota, which Japan is proud to share with the world. It is a legendary car loved by everyone from companies to individuals.
Does owning a car with such overwhelming space and stability, unlike any other, mean you can never escape the duty of being a chauffeur?

"And the club match isn't until the day after that."
"There's nothing to do once I arrive in Sakaiminato, so I have no choice but to come back."
Since the match is the day after, they can't even watch it. They are made to just drop them off, and then that person is left all alone in Sakaiminato City.
"I heard I can get gas money and highway tolls from the club budget, though."
That's only natural. If they didn't even cover gas money for this, they would have every right to be furious.

Come to think of it, when I was in high school and doing club activities in the volleyball team, I was also driven around.
In most cases, my father would take me to the station, and after taking the train to school, I would go in Mr. O's car.

This Mr. O was one of the two volleyball club advisors, but he had no experience with volleyball. He didn't think of the members or strategies. He didn't give instructions either.
The only reason Mr. O was an advisor was solely for our "transportation."

Mr. O's weekends were spent solely on driving us in his private car to the match venues.

Are club activities built entirely on the sacrifices of someone?

Come to think of it, a few years ago, when the local high school baseball team made it to the finals of the regional tournament and were one win away from a miraculous appearance at Koshien, the team members' parents were apparently thinking,

"Lose."
...

Their time off and money were being wiped out by transportation, lodging, and cheering, and they couldn't possibly keep up all the way to Koshien.