I look at the scenery. I have fun checking out things I havn't seen before and looking at things I may not have paid much attention to before in the past. I enjoy driving fast and revving the engine. If there were not some, at least, tentative or temporary superordinate goal that driving gave me, I would be content to drive in circles in a dark gymnasium, with the lights turned out, until I died from slow asfixiation. I mean, even when you can't see anything you can feel the vibration of the engine and hear it's roar.
Happiness is an end, hedonism is a means.
Besides, happiness does not require hedonism. One could seek pain and still be happy. What makes me happy is in my control. Maybe you're not. And that's what I have been tryng to get at.