Woah. That's pretty out there. I'm curious to know what could cause a 2,400 mile drive on a whim and I'm down to two things: a whole lot of crazy or a broken heart. How close am I?
In the summer of 1972 I left Phoenix on my new Triumph motorcycle and drove to Payson. I didn't really want anything in Payson, so I drove to Winslow. I didn't know any reason to stop in Winslow, so I decided to go up to Colorado Springs and see my brother. I did this because I didn't want to go home to my wife. My wife did not see anything significant about this.
I almost did that drive tonight. No to Colorado, but from Phoenix headed north. It's what inspired this. There's something about the open road, eh? Sorry your wife didn't catch on.
Birds see the headlight and fly over it. I got a bird smack in the face. good thing I was wearing a helmet, but it took a while to bend my glasses back into shape. I stopped to sleep on a cattle loading ramp beside a railroad and was awakened by an atomic bomb. It turned out to be just a short train moving fast.
Oh my...the adventure good thing you didn't have a weak heart... once I slept on a deck chair on the ocean beachfront and it was a delicious evening of salty air...turning my hair into curls...waking up to the most breath taking Sunrise... it was amazing
I bought a van, quit my job in Atlanta, and drove 20,000 miles in two months. The driving was not exactly a whim, since I spent a year getting ready for the trip, but quitting my job was a whim. I just decided to head west and see what happened. I spent a few weeks in Vegas playing poker, then I went to Yosemite just because I had heard of it. Then I picked up my daughter in Flagstaff and took her to Washington.
One time when I was upset with life, I angrily drove out to Santa Rosa from Davis (the scenic way, avoiding the freeways) and just parked in a random spot and lay down on the grass for a while. It wasn't a long drive, but it had the effect of cooling me off and calming me down.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at September 30, 2016 4:15 PM MDT
With over a half million miles on motorcycles, this answer probably isn't very accurate. The first thing that comes to mind is a "425 mi." trip, from L.A. to San Francisco for lunch. (the trip home doesn't count because I wanted to get home :))
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