After the last gig, I crashed all my gear and loaded it into the car, helped to dismantle the PA, changed my shirt for a less sweaty one, then climbed in the car and drove the 1hr+ journey home. Once there, I sat down for a bit with a cup of decaf to wind down, and then slept the sleep of the bleeding knackered.
The next gig (tomorrow night) will be much the same, except the journey home will be half an hour longer.
Only one of my gigs this year will be closer than 45 mins to home.