I have crossed the Continental United States six times by car, amazingly none of the trips being made in a Lincoln Continental or Porsche Continental Coupe. That lack of ironic connection is my only lament to any of the trips.
The United States is a vast expanse, and some of its States—like California and Texas—are even large enough that you could put in a good half-day of driving and not reach its border. Other geographies present similar grand scales, even if the borders are more tightly packed. I haven’t ever driven from Paris to Rome, but I can imagine it to be a hike.
Despite the distance I made the cross country trip in as little as three days once. That was a blur of a trip, and made with shared driving duties, but still seemed like a long time for two people to be in one little Honda, which was our mount. Do you have a longer stamina for staying in a car? What is the longest road trip you’ve ever taken, and where did it take you?
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Hooniverse Asks: What's the Longest Trip You've Ever Taken By Car?
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The longest so far was 1600 miles one way — Kansas City to Columbia Falls, MT for a visit to Glacier National Park.
We took three days getting there so we could make stops at Mount Rushmore and Devil’s Tower, but we decided to do a two-day blast to get home, stopping over in Casper, WY.
Glacier is highly recommended, by the way. Hands down the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.
This is a poopy cell shot because I forgot to charge my real camera’s batteries for this hike, but it gies you an idea. This is Many Glacier:
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I worked in Glacier Park at the Many Glacier Hotel for a few months in the summer of 1973 after my freshman year in college. Even though I was a dishwasher, being in such a magnificent place made the drudgery worthwhile.
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I think you have your date wrong there. If you were a freshman in ’73 that would make you not that young.
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Nope. The year is correct. I’m not that young but I have an excellent memory.
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It would make you the same age as my dad, who went on this particular hike and is pictured above enjoying the beauty.
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I spent several years doing much the same. Working and saving for my studies, spending more time in breathtaking scenery than most get the chance to do in a lifetime has shaped me and my choices forever.
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I went back in 1976 with my brother (see the other post about my big trip). The Glacier job was just for the summer and I went back to college in the fall for my sophomore year but as my college career progressed I took quite a bit of time off for breaks and jobs. I’ve seen recent pictures of Glacier Park and sadly a lot of the glaciers have melted and disappeared over the last few decades.
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Upon college graduation, a buddy and I left CA on a road grip with vitually no plan. We had a few ground rules: No fast food, no Interstates, no hotels/motels. This would be a low budget camping expedition.
We departed Los Angeles on July 4–our own “Independence Day.” We traveled up the coast to SF, then inland to the Gold Country. Then north on rt. 395 to Oregon. Back to coast north to Portland, Seattle, then East following the Lewis and Clark trail ( backward obviously) -
Back in the summer of 1976 my older brother and I drove from central Florida to Tampico, Mexico, then zig-zagged across the interior to San Blas on the west coast. A leisurely stop-filled trip up the coast brought us to Arizona then westward to California. A few weeks touring the entire state led us to more zig-zagging again eastward to Ohio, then finally turning southward back to Florida. It was three months and we figure around 10,000 miles in my scruffy 1965 Mustang convertible with a 200-inch six and three-on-the-floor – camping in a tent almost all the way except where we could occasionally cadge a night’s lodging at relatives and friends. We had taken out the back seat for the trip to make extra cargo space for the camping gear and moved the spare tire out of the trunk to make more lockable space. The tire plus an extra spare was chained and locked to the interior bulkhead. The car behaved like a champ throughout the entire trip without a single breakdown.
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Each year, my wife and I do a one-way road trip in the West. We fly to one city, and then take a week to drive to the city we fly home from. Along the way we hit things you can only see in the west like ghost towns, Mexican cemeteries, odd roadside attractions, National Parks, and National Monuments. The longest drive record so far for me is Minneapolis to Las Vegas via South Dakota, Wyoming, and Utah. The car was a base Rav4. Boo. Those seats sucked.
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I haven’t matched this one yet. But if I get to do a Canadian West trip – say Anchorage to Whitehorse, to Yellowknife, to Edmonton, to Calgary, to Vancouver, that would be over 4,000 miles.
But my ultimate dream – a camper van trip across Australia, from Perth to Adelaide, to Alice Springs, to Brisbane, and then down to Sydney, would take two weeks at a casual pace and be 5,000 miles.
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I pitched this story to Jalopnik once. It’s now on my blog.
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I did the Adelaide to Port Augusta (and then on to Whyalla) last year, in a storm that blacked out the entire state. Pretty cool scenery though. I think that driving from Sydney to Melbourne (via the coast, not the Hume) and then on to Adelaide might be more interesting than outback Queensland (but also much shorter).
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Yeah, I will have to re-think this. Queensland could be a warm, dusty part of the journey. Aside from warm weather, there’s not much else. Yukon and Northwest Territory first.
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Nice trip; remember you can only drive outback Australia during daylight hours. Night time driving is like Mad Max but with real blood; giant trucks driving down the centre of the road, wild cattle, huge kangaroos and camels looming out of the dark. Better to sleep.
Only huge vehicles and the foolhardy drive in the Never-Never after dark.
Also, the trip from Perth to Adelaide barely takes 2 days (28 hrs but see my point above) and includes the worlds longest golf course “The 18-hole par 72 golf course spans 1,365 kilometres with one hole in each participating town or roadhouse” See: https://youtu.be/vc3Dv-lmu-M?t=2 below.
But all that aside, down south is just the warmup, the short run. If you really want an outback drive, go north from Perth – Darwin. That takes a week, and is truly spectacular. The early prospectors called the north west corner the Kimberly because it looked like Africa. Try and go via the Gibb river track; http://www.australia.com/en/itineraries/wa-gibb-river-rd.html
Honestly, down south they don’t even have crocodiles, just a few sharks and snakes, a bit wussy & boring really.
Having done both, the north road takes the cake.
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About 1,000 miles, my home in Georgia to a co-op job in Groton, CT. I did stop overnight.
The longest in one day was Atlanta, GA to Detroit/Pontiac, MI for the Formula SAE competition in about 1995, about 800 miles. That drive was pure hell. Most of our team was taking vans. We were supposed to leave at about 10pm. I had stayed up all the night before to finish a term paper and slept most of the day. We didn’t actually leave until about 6AM. I was driving my 1979 K-5 Blazer up, because I sort of knew the area and just like the idea of having my own car. I had some friends that were going to ride with me. It turned out that the team captain had a mandatory meeting he had to be at that evening. I was sent ahead of the F-350 dually towing the trailer and the 15 passenger vans with only the team captain to get him to the meeting on time. The captain was a major a-hole and slept most of the way. Somewhere in northern Ohio I finally woke him up and got him to drive for about an hour. That was after I was so tired that I was almost hallucinating. He made the meeting.-
We started doing the Winter Baja a couple of years after that. We’d leave Atlanta for Houghton Michigan, the upper peninsula of the upper peninsula. Always later than intended, on a Friday evening. I’d take the midnight shift. We never took the western route, despite my pleas to avoid Chicago. So it’s seven in the morning, I’ve been running sweep for 11 hours behind the trailer. We’re rolling through the tollroads of the windy city, and I’m looking forward to breakfast and someone else taking over. Then in quick succession, I lost power steering, the coolant temperature was sky high, and the dash lit up like Space Invaders. I radioed that we had to get off at the immediate next exit. I took the first side street and shut it off. Serpentine belt is gone, water pump is seized. We found a parts store, and managed to pulse there on no alternator or circulation. We sent the other car and the trailer on, and got to work changing the pump in a motel parking lot. It was this time of year, but cold, teens, snowing. It got to a point where I was so tired from the day and the night before, they were wedging me in place holding a wrench, propped up. I think the repair took two or three hours. Finally, draped over a pile of tools in the back seat of an moving extended cab pickup, I got the best sleep I’ve ever had.
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I think mine was the same trip that I fell asleep in the floor between the rear seats of an Astro van in the Silverdome parking lot. I’m 6’1″ and about 300 lbs. I slept great for several hours.
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There was this epic trip I did back in 2002 from southeastern Pennsylvania to Dayton Ohio to see the US Air Force Museum. It was a ten hour trip. What a haul.
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Ten hours. We call that a “short” day.
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8 days, 6000+ miles, 27 states ranging from Rhode Island to Arizona, all in a 21 year old truck with 330,000 miles on it when we started. A friend of mine wanted to hit the rest of the US with a truck he’s already driven all over the country and Canada/Alaska. I had vacation time and this seemed like just the pointless trip I couldn’t say no to. Plus I got to hit the states I hadn’t been to yet. https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/fa254292790765f0be47e059d7f9a45a6032cd326684a97e5ca9e29412a80ae0.jpg
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I can’t believe you manage to refer to such a trip in so few words. Thoroughly and deeply impressed, because that must have been quite the experience?
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Surprisingly it was pretty routine. He keeps up on the maintenance better than anyone I know. 330,000 miles doesn’t happen just by itself! Driver change every 250 miles or so, drinks and snacks in a cooler, go when the sun is up, stop when it’s down, have a good dinner, find a cheap hotel deal with an app on our phones, add a quart of oil every now and then, a new #5 spark plug every morning, and take in lots and lots and lots of sights from the road.
Highlights were the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, Wright Brothers Memorial, Louisiana delta, the insane sprawl of Houston, the huge emptiness of west Texas, a state trooper with a surgically removed sense of humor in rural New Mexico and our westernmost point was to stand on a corner Winslow, Arizona. And Delaware is a terrible place to drive through.
We signed a guestbook in a Maryland rest area – stating the absolute truth, I filled out Michigan in the “from” column, and Arizona in the “going to” column, The lady behind the desk looked at it, looked at us, back at the sheet, then back at us. And blinked a few times. Followed by “Would you gentlemen like a map?”
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All of my records were with the ’96 Thunderbird…
With overnight stop: ~1000 miles each way, between my parents’ house in South Dakota and LeTourneau University in Longview, TX, where I spent one fall semester, realized I’d be happier closer to home and promptly put in for transfer to South Dakota State University for the spring semester. Going to TX I stayed the night in McAlester, OK and returning home at Christmas I stayed the night in Omaha at my grandma’s brother’s house.
Straight through: ~880 miles, parents’ house -> SDSU (to pick up more people) -> a camp near Fraser, CO for InterVarsity chapter camp. I had just moved my stuff home out of the dorm after finals week then went back to Brookings the next day to fill my car with people and join the convoy (consisting of my Thunderbird, an ovoid Taurus, a Chrysler LHS and a Ford E-series conversion van.) We left Brookings around 6 PM Saturday night, got to Denver just at sunrise Sunday morning, then stopped for breakfast at a town near the I-70/US-40 junction before going over the Berthoud pass. Extra fun was had on the return trip; me and the Chrysler driver had a speed advantage over the slower Fords and lost them for a while in Denver traffic and then the van’s tailpipe fell off further east in Colorado needing a coat hanger field expedient repair. Then the Chrysler’s transmission faulted and went into limp home 2nd gear mode just when we got back into South Dakota, it got towed and most of its passengers needed to move to other cars.-
I still think you went to the wrong SDSU.
(No, I didn’t know San Diego was a state either).
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In 1996, driving a 1970 F-250 with my girlf: San Francisco – Reno – Burning Man – Las Vegas – New Orleans – Chattanooga – Washington, DC – Portland, ME – San Francisco.
I think it was three weeks? Burning Man took up some time. My girlf flew home from Maine, and I tried to sell the truck while visiting my family, but ended up doing a straight shot back to California.
This was only a couple years after riding the Laverda from Portland, Maine to San Francisco over three weeks. -
“Camping is what poor people call vacation”. That’s us. One nice thing about Kansas City – it’s central to everything. One bad thing about Kansas City – it isn’t close to anything. Our annual trips have grown longer in search of new horizons. At this point they typically run between 4-5K miles.
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Indeed. Our “quick” westward road trip over spring break in a couple of weeks is going to run 2200 miles.
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Drove from Northern Mi. to central Fl. 1500 miles non stop,took 24 hours and was something I would never do again.
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After reunification, freed from Socialist travel restrictions, my parents went crazy and wanted to see Europe. Which we did. 2000km in a Scirocco, with four people? Done that. 4000km to Portugal in a Passat? Doable.
On my own, my longest trip must have been my 2008 vacation in Canada. Vancouver to Edmonton, with as much mountain scenery I could suck up in between, at a total of 5000km according to the rental car counter. It was such a beautiful vacation, I will never forget it.
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Went to New York after that, because I was “nearby”, and spent the rest of the summer in the Lofoten, arguably one of the most beautiful spots on earth. Great summer.
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In Norway, one should really not expect an average speed above 60kph even at long distance travel, because the roads are sobadengaging. So even a 400km trip feels very long. -
Baltimore to Los Angeles in a VW bus with 3 college roommates and camping equipment. 3 days, 3 million miles. We are no longer friends.
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Feb 2010, found a Mustang in Oregon at a Lexus dealer.
Called the dealer, made arrangements for the salesguy to pick me up at the airport.
Friday night made it about 60 miles as I’d caught up with a pal.
Drove thru the length of California, width of Arizona and New Mexico… and halfway of Texas to Dallas.
About 2500 miles.
2 weeks later my son and I drove to pop’s in TN, then to Maryland to visit my brother.
Loved every mile of it.
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Car: Idaho Falls to St. Louis and back – approximately 2900 miles. In a 1961 Chevy panel truck I paid $900 for three days previously. Towing a bike trailer.
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Seattle to Crystal Lake, IL, and back for a car show, about 2000 miles each way, in an MG Metro with a trailer and a KV Mini 1. My favorite comment was from a guy at the show whose friend in South Dakota reported seeing “a Yugo towing a refrigerator.” It was us.
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The line between flattery and insult is blurry.
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I understand there are some very nice refrigerators out there.
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I live in Providence RI. A friend and I take an annual road trip to see a friend in Atlanta. We leave at 4AM and arrive there about 6:30PM in time for dinner. About 1150 miles straight through. Do the same thing on Sunday morning coming back. One year, we drove to Atlanta, picked up our friend, drove to Indy for the Moto GP race, then to Detroit to visit the Henry Ford Museum and then back to Providence. That was about 3000 in all. We used to regularly drive from Providence to Detroit for the Auto Show in January and back, those were all about 800.
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Saskatchewan to Sedona, AZ and back, total trip length was about 6,000 kms. Hit a few national parks on the way. Would do it again too, it was a fantastic trip – and I want to spend more time in Arches National Park and actually get to the Grand Tetons if I do it again. Though if I do it again I’m bringing more camera batteries.
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Fort Lauderdale to St. Louis – it was something like 1,250 miles, and I did it in a little more than 15 hours in a 5.0 5 spd fox body. I’ve done many 1,000+ mile days solo in Miatas, Solstices, C6 corvette (500 miles to a tank w/ 30mpg @ 85mph!) and even a Saturn SC1. The Saturn sucked most because it lacked cruise control, but I got 37mpg cruising at 80-85mph.
That’s about as far as I’d want to drive in a single day – now that I am older, I’d rather spend the $ on plane tickets if possible and save days in the car. -
For sure it was the 1988 Epic Roadtrip don with my brother in a U$ 200.00 dolar 6 cylinder Ford Maverick.
At the time my brother studied at the Clemson University and I was about to move from The Netherlands to Brazil. First we went a weekend to the beach (Myrtle Beach) and after that we went North to visit Capitol Hill in Washington with its traditional visits, Smithonian, White House, Congress, etc. Then we went to pick up some Dutch friends in New Jersey were we visited a dragstrip where was a big Mustang meeting. These friends of mine were in process of restoration of a 64 1/2 Mustang convertible with a 289 engine in it.
As a matter of fact they came to the US with just some underwear and went back to the Netherlands with the back seat and the soft top disguised as their luggage (fully stuffed with badges, chrome parts, etc.)
After that our trip went to New York city, and had the pleasure to get on top of the world trade center, and got lost in China town (quite rough at the time) where they luckily didn´t take to much notice of the old Maverick. When we had seen some of the tourist points in New York we headed to Canada, near Hamilton, to visit some relatives and as we came near the Niagra falls, we did stop to have a look at them too. After some day we did a power drive from Canada to Denver Colorado and from there to the Grand Canyon. My cousins in Canada said we would never make it to Arizona and painted on the car “Arizona or bust, I like busts” So to prove we did really made it there is the photo taken in front the state border sign. So as we had come so far why not visit some Dutch friends who were studying in College Station TX , so of we went. From there we went back to Clemson. We had driven for about 6,500 miles and were able to sell the Maverick for U$ 180,00. Fine times for sure. https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/02286ff8fcbd64f88df200cfacb6448d68fefd41c7e806771855815bd7e83664.png https://scontent.frao1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/306038_3568838069354_648785706_n.jpg?oh=eb53763080539621acbe98e2ab92388a&oe=592BD42E -
I have 3, all originating in Indianapolis. Out east, I’ve gone all the way to New York on vacation with my now Wife. I also drove all the way to DC in one day (and one day back) all by myself to see said Wife. That’s about 700 miles each way.
I also had to drive to Oklahoma City with my Boss at the time for a convention. Also around 700 miles, we did the trip out in a day. I got to St. Louis on my way back, but I had to start late because my boss had a 5pm flight and I dropped him off, first.
As a bonus, I have done day trips that beat that, ever so slightly. I booked it to Ft. Leonard Wood and back, about 750mi in a day. And there was the time my high school girlfriend had me drive her from Plymouth, IN to Vincennes, IN… and not tell me we were also going to drive her friend to Indianapolis and back, also 750mi. -
Chicago to Leon, Mexico for the World Rally Championships. Only 1,900 miles each way, but it was kind of crazy. Things like an AK47 machine gun fight at the border. We were pulled over and robbed by cops at gunpoint in the middle of the night. But we made the race with about 5 hours to spare by towing nonstop through the night with tons of dump cans to refuel on the side of the road when gas stations were closed. Not one person said it would work other than my codriver, and I think even he was skeptical. Sometime you just need to get in the car and drive and take a chance on the road trip. When they work, there’s nothing better in the world than a road trip with your friends in a car. https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/2c1893533d72cff54b7896dbfcbda83b620a7c023bb9304a95fae5a63a226816.png
The best road trip I ever took was last year with wyatt knox in the scout.
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Florence, South Carolina to Boston, MA, in early February. All to buy a Jaguar XJR with bald summer tires, dying fuel and power steering pumps, a broken interior door handle, and one Flowmaster muffler where four cats and four mufflers used to be. Amazingly it lasted me through near-freezing rain in Connecticut, and said fuel pump only died when I was within AAA range of my mechanic. The things I do to get a car with a manual.
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Somewhere around 3,000 miles or 5,000 km (I forget which) around the UK. Starting at Heathrow, down to the south coast and then clockwise down to Cornwall, up through Wales, the Lakes District, a little bit of Scottish Highlands, down the east coast to Yorkshire, then to Silverstone back to Heathrow. Lots of side trips, in roughly a month.
Another trip was possibly a bit longer, from Melbourne to the Barossa Valley for an event at Easter, then to Adelaide and Port Augusta from where I did a couple of trips up to the Flinders Ranges and part way up the Oodnadatta Track to Lake Eyre & William Creek, back down through Roxby Downs and Woomera. Then home via Broken Hill with a side trip out to Silverton. From memory that was 5,500 km with roughly half towing a car trailer and nearly half on unsealed roads through some pretty epic scenery from giant salt lake to ancient mountain ranges to desert.
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I have two memorable mega-mile trips, a couple of years apart, and very different. In 1987 I did a long camping trip. Just me and my dog in a 1980 Toyota pickup with a camper shell (although on principle I set up my tent to sleep in most nights). Started out in Long Beach, CA and limped into Las Vegas the first night with the truck running badly and unable to go more than 45 mph. Fortunately, a clogged gas filter turned out to be the culprit so with a new filter and a couple spares I pressed on to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, then Durango ond on to Denver where I stayed with an aunt for a couple days. From Denver I headed north on Trail Rigde Road along the Continental Divide towards Cheyenne. Then west across Wyoming to Yellowstone. Then on to Jackson and Grand Tetons (camping near there in an elk preserve). Ran out of gas in the middle of the night somewhere between someplace in Idaho and Winnemucca, NV. After an assist from a couple helpful truckers I headed on to Reno and then home to Long Beach. About 2,900 miles, 4 fuel filters, lost the a/c somewhere in Wyoming (hose split), but otherwise none the worse for wear. I got a great tan (at least on my left arm) and my dog finally got over his tendency to get carsick as soon as the truck was underway. Overall I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
The other big trip was in 1989, about 3500 miles from Long Beach to Jonesboro, AR to meet my partner’s family. The occasion was mama’s graduation from college. She set it as a goal after a near fatal car accident in the early 1970s. After going from a full body cast to being bedridden to being in a wheelchair, she started taking classes when she could get around using a walker. And when she graduated – in her fifties – she walked across the stage unassisted. An amazing woman who I still love and admire (side note – because it was Arkansas on the late 80s, the graduation speaker was the then-Governor’s wife known then [and now] as ‘Hillary’). -
~4500 miles in my 84 Supra a couple years ago. TX>NC>FL and back. Tail of the dragon was worth it, also family visits. AC and cruise control were great, the stiffer upgraded suspension was a a point of contention with the old lady but worth it to me. We took it easy on the way there stopping in OK one day, TN another, NC for a few days to meet with Supra buds, SC for a day, FL for a week, then 1100 miles one shot on the way home. I’ve worked along that stretch of the gulf coast enough that i was in no mood to stop by for tourist reasons.
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two big road rallies with Rally North America, both benefiting charity
2010 Route 66 Rally: Chicago-Amaraillo TX
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1976, sacramento, ca. to homestead, fl. nonstop. solo. MGB roadster. with the god awful wire knock offs. in winter. snow storms and blizzard conditions all the way from sacramento to denver. spun out on the black ice in eastern nevada on a long overpass and went around six(SIX!!!)times. trucker behind me thought me dead. then, mercifully south to Texas and then east in rain. not once did i see the sun. real iron man crap. hey, i thought the car and i were ready for this. thank god i took a tool kit and spare wheels.
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When you own a diesel-powered apartment, over the course of 4-5 months, total miles can surpass four digits. This machine, under our ownership and when we ‘full-timed’ for four or five years, was in every state in the union, save for Hawaii, 9 Canadian provinces, one Canadian territory, and I’d love to ship it to say, ‘Stralia, and wander around it for half a year.
I think it’s a bit large for Yurrup, however.
The 5.9L ZJ is a relatively recent addition, but we did have a ’99 Suzuki Grand Vitara as our original ‘toad’ (towed car).
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I think the longest non-stop in the coach, however, was Rawlins, WY, to Fort Worth, TX. About 18 hours and 997 miles. By non-stop, I mean for other than for food (once) and fuel (also once).
On two wheels, however, my wife and I’s record is 1,628 miles in 26 hours…all within the borders of Colorado. Crossed the Divide 8 times, that “day”.
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