Question of the Day: Your Craziest Drive?
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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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.
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!
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!
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.