Tell Us About Your Greatest Road Trip
Photography by David Marvier for Petrolicious
My family took me on my first road trip, at about two years old, when we drove the 1750 miles (about 2800km) from Washington DC to Central Florida and back to see a mouse named Mickey and his empire. I don’t remember the trip but I suspect the sustained motion became so deeply ingrained that it’s part of the reason I have a passion for long tours today.
After getting my license, I hit the road myself taking trips to closer spots at first, cities like Philadelphia, New York and Norfolk often with friends and without parental consent. I always had the music cranked and was usually in a brown-leather flat cap and sunglasses. I got so good at making the run from DC to NY that I could be through the Baltimore harbor tunnel and in Manhattan in two hours flat.
But my favorite road trip has to be cruising Spain from Madrid down to Sevilla via Gibraltar. I was in a crappy rental car but that didn’t matter as I had my beautiful then-girlfriend, now fiancé, with me and we were flying down Spain’s nearly deserted highways. We’d cruise stretches of up to ten miles without encountering another car. Needless to say, we discovered the car’s top speed easily. Slicing through the hot summer countryside, we’d exit when hungry, needed fuel, or to skip through a particularly picturesque village.
In one town, nuns famous for their baked goods managed to upsell us some day-old communion wafers. We paid, found a park, sat down and opened the bag. After taking a single bite, we started laughing uncontrollably. I had been expecting some sort of yummy Spanish snack. It was immediately apparent why the bag was so, so large and so incredibly cheap. The pigeons had no complaints however.
I don’t think we turned the radio on the whole trip, in contrast to my usual driving modus operandi. The scenery entertained us: clear Mediterranean skies above sharp cliffs and deep ravines hundreds of feet below. It was all new to us and we were drunk off of the novelty, beauty, and thrill. The highway was fresh, fast, and sunny. Plus the other drivers we did encounter knew to stay right. My fiancé was busy trying to snap photos of Spain’s bull billboards as the needle topped 180 km/h. In the future, we need a longer lens, as the photos were all blurry.
I’ll never forget coming around a corner and seeing Toledo’s walls high atop the Tajo River. The entire trip is wonderfully, permanently etched into my memory.
We’d love to hear about our Petrolisti’s best road trips so please share yours… Was there a new vista, romance or a combination of amazing roads and car?