By on December 23, 2008

Oy, so many to choose from. There was that time just after high school where we drove from Los Angeles to San Francisco and then turned around and drove back. Probably drug related but who can remember that far back? Or there was the time we went from Seattle to Los Angeles (that same summer) in 22 hours. Maybe that doesn’t sound impressive, but the Chevy S10 couldn’t go much over 60 mph. Or there was the time we went from Sonoma County to Malibu in a 1961 Buick in 3 hours 45 minutes. Yes, that’s about 450 miles. And no, I have no clue how fast we were going because the speedo only went to 85 mph. But we did have to stop three times for gas. Pedal to metal, etc. Though, I’m thinking this Xmas might be my nuttiest drive. Because I’m flying back from Philly to LA, jumping in the WRX and driving straight through the night to Willows, CA for Arse-Freeze-Apalooza, the latest iteration of the 24 Hours of LeMons. That’s about nine hours of driving And if my calculations are correct, I get to start judging the cheatin’ bastids about 1 hour after I arrive. Joy. You?

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50 Comments on “Question of the Day: Your Craziest Drive?...”


  • avatar
    gcmustanglx

    Me and a buddy rented a car and drove from Tulsa to San Diego in 17 hours. We put about 4500 miles on that poor car that trip. Luckily it was unlimited mileage. The guy checked the mileage when we got back and asked if we drove to California or something.

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    jkross22

    A buddy of mine from college and I rented a Lexus GS300 back in 1994 and drove from Tucson to LA. We topped that thing out at around 135… at night. Stupid, stupid, stupid, and yet a we couldn’t stop laughing.

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    Dan

    That’s easy. We were in Berkeley. Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey (the not-so-excellent sequel to the most-excellent original) was coming out one fine weekend. So we decided to drive to San Dimas (near L.A.). To see Bill & Ted’s. You know, because it was set in San Dimas.

    The local theater didn’t even have Bill & Ted’s. But there was a local Water Lube (okay, Raging Waters… close enough). I think we even saw “the” Circle-K (as in, “something’s afoot at the Circle-K”).

    The drive started late and went later. Four college-age guys in a 1991 Nissan 240SX with a not-so-full-sized back seat. Totally bogus.

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    My record west coast run was in 2001, when a buddy and I drove a VW New Beetle from Arlington, WA (60-some miles NORTH of Seattle) to Downtown San Francisco in UNDER 10.5 hours. We stopped for gas three times and even stopped and sat down at a place for lunch. Our average speed, INCLUDING stops, was in excess of any posted limit.

    Google Maps says: Driving directions to San Francisco 858 mi – about 13 hours 42 mins.

    yeah. crazy.

    –chuck

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    westcott

    Well, my craziest drive can not be discussed in public since the statue of limitations probably do not apply to that trip. Lucky to be alive after that one. The brand new 1978 Z28 we were driving saved our lives that night, but also is probably what got us in trouble in the first place.

    The second craziest thing I ever did was agree to drive from Houston to W. Virginia (some military base my friend’s brother in law was stationed at) and back in one weekend. The three of us left after work on a Friday, picked up a car in W.V. and drove both of them back. The trip back was the most difficult, since we were basically down a man for driving rotation. 18 hours there and 18 hours back. Only stopped for gas. We had packed our food to save time. You could not pay me to do it again!!!!

    Seasons Greetings and have a safe and happy holiday!!!!

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    Dave M.

    Houston – San Antonio: < 2 hours

    Houston – Connecticut: < 23 hours

    Have a joyful holiday!

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    guyincognito

    Drove my friends Mazda 323 (I think) station wagon from Philly to New Orleans for Mardi Gras on a whim. The problem was that it shut off completely every time we came to a stop. We made it there and slept in the car just fine but the trip back didn’t work so well. By Virginia there were major problems, of which I was unaware of since I’d been sleeping since I drove the first leg to Memphis. Apparently, it had been burning oil at a significant rate but my friend didn’t communicate this so well when he urged me to stop for gas at half a tank. Just 15 miles later the engine siezed and we all (eventually) resigned to not making it back in time for mid terms.

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    yankinwaoz

    Damn Lieberman! I’m impressed! Sonoma to Malibu in 3:45! My god, you must have been averaging 120mph.

    My craziest was the night I drove from Venice, Italy to Milan in about 1.5 hours… trying to outdo the insane Italian and Austrian drivers that kept passing me in the rain.

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    Detroit-Iron

    Like most of the people on this site, I’ve done my share of long distance epics, but the craziest drive was much shorter. Probably less than a minute. But very, very crazy.

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    erich

    I once went from central New Jersey to Flint, Michigan in 7:50. In a rusted out 1977 Datsun B210 hatchback. In a huge rainstorm for about half of it.

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    JG

    Turned a 10 minute highway drive into a 4 minute drive going to save my girlfriend from a bug (wood tick) that fell in her hair when she was at work. Chivalry is not dead! Stupidity either.

    No real cannonball runs shrinking space and time, but I did get from Winnipeg, MB to Bowling green, KY in less than 24 hours in a 2-piece convoy of fox body Mustangs. Ughhhh. No A/C, no room, no communication between cars (pre-cell era) which lead to seperation anxieties, monsoon rains, darkness, dirty truck stops and crazy truckers, bad food, a blown up BFG radial (due to a spool in the rearend of one of the cars… was running 11′s on the jug w/a stock motor at the track in Bowling Green.), oil leaks, jackassery, threatening hillbillies. Was the first long trip I embarked upon with my peers. Nuts.

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    ckbarrus

    I’ve done a LOT of driving over the years, but the run from Yeppoon, Australia to Alice Springs by way of Townsville and Warumungu wins. About 2800km (1700 miles) in 54 hours. All of it on two lane roads through the outback with road trains and the occasional kangaroo.

    When I drove the Alaska highway, we would often drive 700-800 miles in a day simply because it was still light out.

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    hwyhobo

    California -> North Carolina, mid-winter, long time ago. Hwy 20, middle of nowhere, don’t know how fast I was going, my 120 mph speedo ended. The dawn was just breaking, no one in sight. Well, as it turned out, almost no one. When I pulled over, the cop asked me where I was going so fast. I told him I was running away from California. After he finished laughing, he gave me “a stern warning in writing” and drove away. Gotta love those Texas cops.

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    Gregzilla

    Two crazy drives….first one was from West Palm Beach, FL to El Paso and back with two buddies in 1985. Straight through. We drove my mom’s Olds Cutlass Diesel which created mechanical drama of it’s own. Highlight of the trip…a fuel stop in Abilene where due to a mixup none of us ended up paying for a full tank. Needless to say our mileage was outstanding.

    Second one was a solo from West Palm to Pontiac, MI and back.

    Both trips were for weddings of former college roomates.

    Never again

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    mxhi5

    From Nov. 15, 2007 to Mar. 7, 2008 I commuted from Rangely, CO to Rifle, CO via Hwy 64 and 13, five to six days a week, at night. The trip was 98 miles one way over narrow mountain road. The winter of 2007/2008 was one of the worst in years. All of the wildlife in the area used the road to travel between pasture in search of food. Entire herds of deer and elk and tons of mice, coyotes, turkeys, and foxes could be seen trotting along the shoulder.

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    egon0119

    My craziest drive was from Philadelphia to Slippery Rock (about 340 miles across most of Pennsylvania) during a major snow storm. It didn’t seem that bad at first despite that the interstates hadn’t yet been plowed and that my car’s tires would briefly lose traction when changing lanes.

    Of course I slowed down far below the speed limit when I spotted cars that had passed me about fifteen minutes earlier piled up in a ditch.

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    factotum

    Let’s see… Sacramento to Stockton in 30 minutes (60 miles). If it weren’t for the Nissan speed governor and the asshole who wouldn’t yield even after I repeatedly flashed (starting at least a mile or two behind him) my high beams I would’ve been quicker.

    The craziest was Boulder to Sacramento during a blizzard a few years ago. Big rigs left and right flipped onto their sides, near whiteout conditions, ice on the road in some stretches. Oh, and I had slipped on the ice in Boulder and severely sprained my wrist. The pain kept me awake and alert, I think.

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    EricTheOracle

    What’s your craziest drive you ask? Well a couple of weeks ago a guy pulled up to the Minikahda Country Club in his vintage ’72 Ferrari while it was snowing and started shooting at the clubhouse.

    http://wcco.com/crime/shooting.Minikahda.Club.2.888184.html

    Before this happened I thought I had a couple of crazy road stories but now I realize that I’m still an understudy.

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    romanjetfighter

    Going that fast ruins your engine and car, and I respect my property, so I’ve never driven really fast. :)

    Last week was Finals week for school, I was on two doses of Adderall and 400 mg of caffeine I made 5 trips back and forth from home to school (within 3 hours) to turn in my essays, use library catalogs, pick up extra Adderall, etc.

    It was pouring heavy ass rain, and time was short (ended up turning in everything within minutes of deadline), and I wouldn’t have made it if I didn’t I rev up to about 4-5k rpm at every stoplight, go 60+ in city streets, run a few red lights, honk and (almost run over people on cross walk) and on the freeway I was doing 90+, which was 30-40 more than all other traffic on the freeway. :)

    I had to save my grade!

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    srh

    Crazy Drive #1:
    My brother and I drove from Ann Arbor, MI to Anchorage, AK. 4,000 miles in 60 hours, in his Ford Escort. He had just driven 10 hours from Ithaca, NY to Ann Arbor.

    Crazy Drive #2:
    Ann Arbor, MI to Portland, OR via Phoenix during a nationwide winter storm (all the other East/West interstates were closed due to weather). Had to get to Portland for an internship, so made the drive solo without stopping or sleeping. Total time was exactly 72 hours for about 4,000 miles.

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    Areitu

    Everyone’s crazy drive makes mine sound like a lesurely cruise!

    240SX & ’99 Ford Explorer from Riverside CA to Portland and back in ~24 hours with a couple of friends to exchange the 240SX for a 1986 Corolla GTS coupe. Somewhere past Mt Shatsta, the wiper relay on the 240SX croaked, but there was so much Rain-X on the windshield we didn’t notice for an hour. We ate a couple pounds of beef jerky and appeared very California every time we got gas, because we would climb out of the car.

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    richard612

    I have a different kind of crazy drive.

    A 2000lb trailer behind a first-gen Neon, from Florida to Chicago.

    Twice.

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    Robstar

    Crazy Drives>

    A weekend where I put 400-500 miles on my sportbike going up thursday night to catch motorcycle racing practice (ama superbike). It ended up raining heavily where I could only see about 100′ in front of me. Cars were getting off at gas stations to try to wait it out so I figured I should as well :)

    It was also our anniversary weekend so after that practice only on fri/sat, I had to leave sat night & meet up with my wife in Lake geneva. All done on a sportbike with a backpack & a tiedown in back :)

    I suppose the other one was driving an early 1990′s saturn from Chicago to VA beach almost straight through with mom in tow. I think it was 10+ hours. I was exhausted.

    I also have gone by bike in November to Green Bay for a weekend to see a packers game. Coming home in freezing rain in pitch black is…..not fun.

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    El Galloviejo

    Definitely my craziest drive was in ’68 in my new Corvette in those days of lots of wine and damn few roses…T-tops off….two adult passengers…one in the seat and one on the hump…..Sunday afternoon…. Houston’s Southwest Freeway…..@ an indicated (almost airspeed) of 130 mph….definitely drug related behavior.

    Nope, that wasn’t crazy, that was flat insane.

    ¡ Glad that I don’t do stuff like that any more !

    These are the good old days.

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    200k-min

    Summer of 2004, I was between jobs and decided to take a road trip to visit some friends in Georgia. As I’m driving down there a hurricane starts roaring into Flordia. We go out and tie one on in Atlanta. The next day I’m completely hung over and in no condition to drive. Stay an extra night at the hotel. Set the alarm on my cell phone for very early to beat the storm before it makes it to Atlanta. Too late. Wake up to no power in the hotel and tropical storm force rain. Hotel employees think I’m crazy when I drive off.

    Started heading north on I-85 from Buckhead area of Atlanta. Quickly realized that the wipers were of no use. Saw some tail lights occasionaly, probably trucks. Not sure how fast I was going but was zig zagging my way down the freeway rumble strip to rumble strip across 5+ lanes at times. Had to white knuckle it to the S. Carolina border and didn’t see any clear sky until I got to Richmond VA.

    Perhaps not as dangerous as my teen years when my friends and I would see how fast our beaters would go, but it’s the longest white knuckle drive I’ve ever had. I’ll take a good blizzard over that anyday.

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    Detroit-Iron

    @erich

    You took a Datsun to Flint in the 70′s? That is easily the craziest story so far.

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    tulsa_97sr5

    easter 92, 5 of us pile in a new at the time toyota extended cab to head to yellowstone from fort collins. Due to the blizzard they closed the closest park entrance while we were driving so we detoured up to the north entrance in montana. Ended up driving for all but about 6hrs that weekend, but it was worth it.

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    shrique

    I had a friend who needed a ride. Sounds innocent enough. Except she needed to go from Minneapolis to Grand Marais MN. A distance of 265. Now the kicker was we couldn’t start until well after dark. Normally not a problem but in this case it caused additional issues. First off it was during a snow storm. Second I was driving an 89 Honda Civic HB. Third I had bald tires. The drive took us through some pretty deer infested lands to the northern wilds of MN. No street lights. At one point I came up to a red light in the middle of nowhere. I tried to stop but just ended up doing a nice slow speed 360 right through the middle of the intersection. We ended up pointing at the driveway to a convenience store I hadn’t even noticed was there. Time for a break.

    That part that really annoyed me is that not only had the drive taken 2 hours longer than normal but also all the snow and ice was completely gone the next day. A nice bright sunny day.

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    I once drove across the country with another guy in about 50 hours, in 1972, I think. Non-stop, but within the speed limit. On a couple of recent occasions, twice within the last onth and a half, I’ve gone (from Boston) to NYC for dinner, and come back. ~450 miles round trip.

    My father… in ’52 or ’53 as part of his drive from Boston to Seattle (he did it in the late summer of both of those trips, but I can’t remember which was the famous Denver to WA state border in a day. He was trying to get from Denver to Seattle in a day, probably extremely difficult now and a total impossibility then, but what did a guy from Brooklyn who’d never been west probably of the Appalachians except, I presume for an interview at U Washington prior to their hiring him, know about the west? He was driving a ’50 Studebaker, probably fighting the steering wheel up and down the mountain ranges. Using maps from the ’50s, which I bought on Ebay, I mapquested Denver to the most likely point of arrival at the WA state border, and I think it was about 1000 miles. I can’t imagine, what with a coiuple of mountain ranges to cross, that he could possibly have averaged more than about, well, I don’t know, maybe on the flats he was diong 70 in the Studebaker, although as a kid (I wasn’t born yet if this was ’52) I almost never saw him go more than 60, but he was rushing to be there for my mother and brother.

    He went to some restaurant on the border, asked them what the roads were like to Seattle (he would have had another 300 miles or so). They told him the roads were like what he’d been on, which apparently wans’t good. He said he started shaking like a leaf and got himself a room for the night.

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    Well, Jonny, driving from NYC to the Gap and back–in a 7–is on my list (I still owe you $5, by the way), it’s not #1. Back around 1994, I worked briefly for a dude who scraped out a living selling flatbed trailers, snowblowers, what-have-you. Well, now having his first employee, he decided he’d make a trip to a trailer manufacturer, cutting out the middleman. Wild Bill’s (it was on the sign) shop was in upstate New York, near Albany; the trailers, in Mississippi, near Tupelo.

    The tow rigs were an 11-year old flatbed GMC Jimmy with duallies and 1-ton running gear; and a 14-year-old (c. 1980) 1-ton GMC Rallywagon van. We took the driveshaft out of the Jimmy, hitched it to the Rallywagon, and started flat-towing south.

    The ride down wasn’t too awful; while I couldn’t sleep in the Rallywagon because of the ever-building heat, at least we could switch off driving, stopping about every six hours to refuel.

    I know Jonny knows the Gap; some others of you likely do, too. Wild Bill did not, which still doesn’t explain why he decided to go through Asheville, and then turn west from there. We hit it at dusk, about 14 hours after leaving New York at 3 AM, driving a GMC Rallyvan, flat towing a 1-ton Jimmy. Wild Bill drove, and I can still remember the sensation of looking down at the hairpins, wondering where the hell we were, and if the last person I’d ever see was Wild Bill. Brakes smoking, we crept through, with 300 more miles to go.

    After 22 hours, we stopped in Red Bay, Alabama, right on the Mississippi border. After putting the Jimmy driveshaft back in, we Motel 6-ed it for about five hours of sleep.

    The next day was the hottest that I, a Yankee, ever remember. Driving the now-separated rigs, we were at the plant when they opened, at 8 AM. Then we loaded the trailers. “How,” you might ask, “do you bring back a dozen trailers with two vehicles?” A tottering pyramid of trailers will do: Put a 24- or 22-foot trailer on the bottom, then a 20-foot trailer, then a 16, a 12, a 10 and an eight. Simple! The best part was crawling around on, and in between, the unpainted steel frying pans of the trailer beds in the burgeoning heat of a Mississippi July. Did I mention it was the second week in July? Needless to say, the tow rigs weren’t air-conditioned, either.

    My next memory is taking the Rallyvan across a causeway near Knoxville, sticking my right leg out the window to ease the cramps from dehydration, and some release from the infernal heat of the GM 350 in the hump an inch from my foot. I started pouring ice water over my head, both in an effort to stave off heatstroke, and to stay awake.

    Night brought some release, thundering up 81. It also brought weigh-ins. I was waved in, then through, mostly; the Jimmy had to stop at most, although it was a Class V vehicle. At some point, we made a 45-minute stop for sleep, but it was the middle of the night when we reached Binghamton, New York, and the Rallyvan’s wiring harness started to melt.

    My first sign of trouble was when the dash lights died. I radioed (I used callsign Yellowjacket) Wild Bill; he said “keep driving.” The brake lights went next (I couldn’t see them reflected in the trailers any more); and then more exciting things started to happen, like losing trailer brakes. About 45 minutes out from Altamont, about 2 AM, I lost all lights, including headlights. Wild Bill agreed to pull of the highway—and have me follow his brake lights on the secondaries.

    We did the whole trip, 2,500 miles or so, in under 60 hours. I collected my ($300) check from Wild Bill that night. A couple of days later, he called me to ask when I was coming back to work. I did not elect to return to his employ.

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    NN

    Oh man. great topic, great stories.

    Here are a couple of mine. None involve extreme speed…you’ll see why when you note the cars being driven:

    1) I had an 83′ Chevette that leaked every fluid–really. I bought it for $85. We never registered it (stolen church van plates–I’ll see you in hell), and we covered it head to tail in duct tape. Drove it from college in the mountains home to the coast of Virginia…325 miles each way. Many times. Every time was an adventure. Once, I filled up the radiator with my own piss so we could limp it home. Once the brake fluid ran out and the pedal went to the floor like a clutch while I was barreling down a mountain road at 60mph…I just downshifted the tranny, pulled the e-brake, and rolled her into a gravel wash on the side of the road. Top her off with new fluid & she’s good to go. Once, my roommate mistook the tranny dipstick for the oil, and didn’t fill her up on the way back up into the mountains. Car burned off all the oil, then ran dry and seized up just as we got back to school. never ran again…but it got us there.

    2) like a poster above, I white-knuckled my wife’s Chrysler Sebring convertible from Colombia, SC to Virginia Beach through a midst of a Hurricane. Couldn’t see anything the entire way.

    3) I rented a Suzuki Samurai in Indonesia for $7. Wrong side of the road, lawless roads, steering wheel on the wrong side, stick in my left hand. Probably the craziest.

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    Scariest–going from NYC back to Boston in my then girlfriend’s Impreza, a major blizzard kicked up while we were on the Merritt. It was night time. The visibility was terrible, and I dont think we would have made it without the AWD. It was the most frightening driving I’ve ever done, and at some point I was ready to bail and get a hotel for the night. But then the weather ion the radio indicated that we would soon be out of it. I dont recall seeing any accidents or anyone who’d gone off the road though.

    Funny, though, I remember a lot of family drives in blizzards when I was a kid.

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    Aeroelastic

    Drove from Baltimore to Vermont for a bacchelor party and back in a weekend.

    Drove from Baltimore to Albany for a hockey game, then drove back.

    I’ve driven a minivan from Albany to Vermont looking for a restaurant that had closed.

    Drove out of Philly in 17 inches of snow, early in the morning before anything was plowed. In a Sentra. Cars were sliding all over the roads.

    Drove from DC to Allentown, PA stuck in a blizzard. It should have taken 3 hours, it took closer to 8. It was just me and semi-s the whole way, I couldn’t see any of the lines on the road. The next morning, it had all melted. Again, in a Sentra.

    Currently planning a to drive from Baltimore to Orlando and back for New Years… in a Jeep Wrangler.

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    @Aeroelastic : I did Albany to Baltimore and back by back roads (more fun than the interstate), for a party, in a Corolla FX16 with two passengers—one 6’6”, one 6’4”. This was not a large car.

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    I drove this beat to hell, old Mazda B2000 that I’d just bought for $450 3200kms across Alberta and Sask in -35C (about the same in F), blowing snow, etc. Wife was not impressed. The muffler was toast so it was noisy as well. The old beast did great. Sold for the same $450 after only being out some oil and a filter. Much cheaper than renting.

    http://flickr.com/photos/daveseven/323492466/

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    Aeroelastic

    @proscriptus: I feel your pain. I’ve made that drive in a ’89 Celica, although never with passengers. I can only imagine how cramped you were. I still miss that car.

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    Sigsworth

    1977. Three teenage boys. A trunkload of reproduction Civil War firearms. A 1974 Spitfire (red). San Diego to Yuma. No warrants, arrests or convictions.

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    Mark MacInnis

    Spring Break: April, 1980, Me and my pal Roman drove my ’79 Chevy van (gloss black shorty, with oyster shag. Back when that was, ya know, cool.) 19 hours straight through from the Detroit ‘burbs to the Beach at Daytona. (Literally to the water’s edge on the beach. Don’t know if you can still do that.) The Cars, Yes, Van Halen, and Zeppelin non-stop on the Pioneer cassette deck. Stopped 4 times for gas, but didn’t stop to change drivers. In the middle of 1-75, 65 mph or more, driving spring rain storm, at night, somewhat, ummmm, impaired, changing drivers on-the-fly in the hills of KY and TN….hairy. Also, while transporting enough…er…botanicals and (at that time illegal-east-of-the-Mississipi) bootleg Coors for personal use to get us a stretch behind bars. I remember Roman poking me awake from a doze at dawn on “‘Gator alley” to ask me calmly if I had seen the 12-foot-long specimen of the local fauna, that I had just missed running over. Adrenalin kept me awake the rest of the trip.

    A week or so of youthful, pre-STD, hedonistic, trashcan-party debauchery later (the young ladies from University of Wisconsin were particularly friendly, adventurous and accomodating that year), Roman decided to hang out a bit longer in FLA, so the ride back to MI, solo, in 27 hours, involving Troopers from the Tipton County, GA, post, a speed trap (they didn’t search the van very thoroughly, fortunately for me), a judge, a 10-truck convoy rolling through Tennessee and Kentucky at 90+mph, well, it was the trip of a young man’s life…

    Ahhh, youth.

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    In my highschool days, I took a load of friends and friends of friends to a town about 30 miles west. The load consisted of 7 highschoolers and a couple kids not yet in highschool.. a year out, as i recall. Anyway, about 9 of us total. Kicker: 94 escort 5speed coupe/hatch/whatever you wanna call it. Not enough room for everybody to have a seat, so the back seat had 3, plus a couple people on laps, and the trunk area had 2 after we removed the trunk area cover. Fun times.

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    bunkie

    One Saturday a few years back when I was living in Brooklyn, I went for a short ride on my Yamaha FJ1200. One thing led to another and I decided to ride up to get a hamburger at Barkley’s Burger Cottage in Harvard Square. It was totally worth the 450 miles in one day.

    Back when I was 14, our family was on vacation in Virginia where we were guests of a fellow with whom my dad did business. You would recognize his last name. This guy had just gone a car-buying binge and he took up for a 100 mph-plus ride through the countryside in his brand-new black Mercedes 300SEL 6.3. I’ll never forget it. Later, he dropped by in his XKE 2+2 which he lent to my dad who took me out for a drive. That was fun since our family cars at the time were a Plymouth Valiant wagon and a 65 Beetle.

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    quasimondo

    I did the San Diego to San Fran trip on a whim too. Didn’t realize how far the two cities were. Drove back because I couldn’t afford any of the hotels.

    Also went cross country from San Diego to Orlando solo in under 2 days. Never again will I drive along Interstate 10.

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    I once drove for 30 of 32 hours straight.

    I was heading to a wedding in Iowa City Iowa with my g/f, we left from her place in Toronto. Drove 1.5 hours south of Toronto, had fight & broke up with g/f. Drove 1.5 *back* to Toronto & dropped her off. Drove 9 hours back to Norwich CT. Arrived to a message from friend who was getting married basically saying “I don’t care what happened between you two, you aren’t ruining my wedding by not showing up.” Attempted (and failed) to sleep for two hours. Got back in the car and drove 18 hours to Iowa City.

    I then stayed up at the pre-wedding party, and passed out on the bed of the party suite (having drunk no alcohol). The next morning I Could No Be Roused. I was so completely asleep that people used my sleeping form as a backrest while eating the catered brunch served in that room. I did wake up in time for the wedding though.

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    friedclams

    Boston-Cleveland in a 1972 Valiant with a rusted filler pipe, gasoline spattered throughout the trunk, rushing with 2 friends to get back to college. I am ashamed to relate that lapse in judgment.

    Then I always think of the numerous long-distance trips made in white-out snow conditions, many of them in the “lake-effect” climate between Cleveland and Buffalo. But the worst was a blizzard outside Hartford in my Olds Ciera when I literally could not see where I-84 was in front of me. My wife was with me and we’re still married…

    Merry Christmas everyone.

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    MarkArnold

    San Francisco to Tyler, Texas. In a huge U-Haul Truck. With a tow dolly on the back trailering my old 7-Series. To make it worse, the truck wasn’t diesel. I think we averaged about 4 MPG.

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    oboylepr

    January 3rd 1986, I drove a 1984 Civic hatch with a Hondamatic transmission from Toronto (Queen & Carlaw) to Ajax and Pickering general hospital in 22 minutes. Slushy wet snow everywhere.

    I left highway 401 on Westney Road offramp too early (it was a new offramp then and the lines were covered in snow) and found myself going at 150KPH heading for a Cavalier doing 50KPH who was entering the offramp correctly. I did the worst thing possible, hit the breaks and of course nothing happened. I tried turning but again nothing happened.

    A small voice said to me “get your foot off the brake stupid”. I obeyed but I had a full left hand rotation of the steering wheel dialed in and as soon as the tyres bit I shot across 3 lanes of traffic causing total pandemonium but did not hit anyone (how, I don’t know).

    I was now heading for the center guardrail at high speed. I swerved right and got the car back in lane but by now there were cars and trucks to my left and right sliding and fishtailing all over the place. No collisions though.

    I gunned the Honda and headed for the next exit which was only 1km further on. I drove through Ajax like a complete madman and pulled into the Hospital parking lot and abandoned the car in a big snowdrift. I was just in time to see my first daughter born and I was so pumped after that crazy drive I completely forgot to faint in the delivery room. I even cut the cord!

    If anyone reading this was on the same stretch of the 401 when I lost control of that little sky-blue Civic please forgive me if I caused you to have a heart attack or the need for some clean underwear!

    I have had 4 further visits to hospital delivery rooms since but they were not preceded by insanity, temporary or otherwise!

    Merry Christmas everyone!

  • avatar
    Samir

    1957 Chevy. Wow.

  • avatar
    jconli1

    Left Baltimore at 5pm, arrived in Minneapolis at 8am in a base Impreza loaded to the gills with everything I owned.

    I credit the Passport 8500 and a copy of the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Book On CD.

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    Mrb00st

    I made it from southpoint in Durham, NC to the Nascar Cafe in Greensboro, NC in 41 minutes. My speedometer never dropped below 100mph. in day traffic!

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    mfgreen40

    My buddys car broke down at the drag strip, I pulled him home, 120 miles with a nylon rope. Mostely 45 mph but one short streach 70 mph. By the time we got home he was beat,I felt fine!

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    ktm

    I, like many here, have had numerous “memorable” drives. The most recent of which is still seared into my retinas like it was yesterday though.

    January 2, 1999 my roommate and I attempted to leave San Diego after celebrating New Years with a mutual friend. Our flight was cancelled due to fog and the ticket agent told us the next available flight was not for 3 more days. We rented a car and headed home to Sacramento.

    Everything was fine until we cleared the Grape Vine and hit the Tule Fog which had socked-in the San Joaquin Valley. Visibility was less than 50 feet from the bottom of the Grape Vine until Sacramento. We were driving 25 mph all the way home along I-5.


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