Most miles driven/ridden in one go?
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1,000 miles exactly (give or take) in a RR Sport split with a mate with a brief break for the Eurotunnel
When we stopped for fuel one gassed it whilst the other took a toilet break
I got a text at 7pm the day before saying French ATC had gone on strike thus scuppering our travel plans
Did the reverse 4 days later as well - obviously
The car was supreme, truly impressive but on balance flying would have been much more time efficient
Cheers
martin mrt said:
bulldong said:
martin mrt said:
Aberdeen to a place called Vinaros just south of Barcelona in one go, I was absolutely ruined when I got there. Customer had "forgotten" to put a piece of equipment in a container going offshore and I got the task of bringing it down, ironically it was there before the container.
1636 miles according to google maps, all of those done in a Transit Connect van
Coming back there was many many pit stops and I vowed never ever to do it again in such a hateful vehicle
That must have been horrific. 1636 miles according to google maps, all of those done in a Transit Connect van
Coming back there was many many pit stops and I vowed never ever to do it again in such a hateful vehicle
3300 miles from Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning in a 75bhp Transit Connect looking back it makes me shudder. Hateful thing.
tumble dryer said:
It was a long time ago and if being honest I’m struggling to recall exactly when, but probably 1983, maybe 84; it was definitely in a 323i.
I left my sister’s house at the wrong side of Genoa and headed home after three weeks of ‘up in the mountains’ living. Simple food, simple wine, simple life – glorious, but it was now time for home. Everyone (missus and two young children) early-up on the morning of departure and a dash for the run home.
23 and a bit hours, including the crossing, non-stop except for fuel, toilets and roadside food until we reached the ferry. Towards London, ring road (no 25 then, bliss) and from Brent Cross to East Kilbride in under 4 hours.
Looking at it now, I can’t believe I did that. With the missus and the kids.
1,236 miles, and couldn't sleep for another 12 hours.
Lol. I left my sister’s house at the wrong side of Genoa and headed home after three weeks of ‘up in the mountains’ living. Simple food, simple wine, simple life – glorious, but it was now time for home. Everyone (missus and two young children) early-up on the morning of departure and a dash for the run home.
23 and a bit hours, including the crossing, non-stop except for fuel, toilets and roadside food until we reached the ferry. Towards London, ring road (no 25 then, bliss) and from Brent Cross to East Kilbride in under 4 hours.
Looking at it now, I can’t believe I did that. With the missus and the kids.
1,236 miles, and couldn't sleep for another 12 hours.
I get a ticking off these days if I get 'too close' to the hedge in our kiddy APC, but back in the days before offspring she had what was (looking back) a rather questionable faith in my 'abilities'. This saw her endure 5000+ miles round Europe, living in a 20 year old Toyota Corolla GT with a leaky sunroof and no heater matrix - 4200 miles of which were on a blown head gasket (that car was tough). She had to get out of the Series 3 to lock the front hubs while I held it on the fading brakes half way round a hairpin on a donkey track in the Atlas - snapped a shaft by engaging low box without locking the front hubs, although to be fair she snapped the chassis a few days before after hitting a wash on the lake beds - which ultimately got us robbed. She was awoken twice on the same trip (while sleeping in the back) by a tyre blowing out - once on our 1954 bus (which took the wheel arch with it - she was sleeping behind the rear wheels), then on my smiley transit - again she was sleeping in the back, while in the grenoble tunnels - after I'd told her it had never happened to me before, and so wouldn't happen again! She had AK47s pointed at her in RIM (that was her fault), we missed a terror attack by less than 24 hours on the "Road of Hope" (which left a few French tourists dead), then the exhaust disintegrated and the whole rear sub frame started to detach from the body of our Merc 300D on the last 100 miles in to Timbuktu. Giving us a max speed of about 15mph over the worst corrugations I've ever seen, after which the experience actually got worse when we sold it and came back in a 60 series Landcruiser with 16 people in it, then on to a bus with angry live ants in the seats and more AK47s. Fun times. Proper type two fun, and she never flinched ;-)
Last time we went away en-mass we flew with the kids and all the paraphernalia, missed flights, etc and it was horrific. I'm trying to talk her in to a long camper trip next summer as she'll still be on maternity leave with number three. Sedatives may be required this time.
London to Lake Garda. Around 900 miles. All wafted in a Lexus LS.
One of the best trips we'd ever done, and thoroughly recommended. Driving in France late at night with a UK registered car and having few concerns about scameras was great, although you cant go too crazy, because the highway patrol can always flag you down. But it was a very relaxing way to travel.
One of the best trips we'd ever done, and thoroughly recommended. Driving in France late at night with a UK registered car and having few concerns about scameras was great, although you cant go too crazy, because the highway patrol can always flag you down. But it was a very relaxing way to travel.
Bologna to Roscoff via Nantes in an Integrale Evo which is 1643km according to google maps. I didn't realise that barely any autoroutes covered that way so much of it was on A and B roads. It took about 21 hours and I never got the flies off the front bumper as by the end I was averaging about 125.
I did not enjoy it.
I did not enjoy it.
In the early 90's I used to drive a Mercedes 3.5 ton van from my house in Fleet Hampshire to Huntley, north of Aberdeen, stopping in the North West power house for a couple of drops, /and back down to the North East for my last drop. Would leave at 1am and get home just after midnight. Depending on the drops it would be about 1150 miles.
The last two hours from Birmingham home I was a mass murderer waiting to happen. Feel very embarrassed about it now, but was in my early twenties at the time and was very foolish. This is a vehicle which I never went over 80 mph, and would refil diesel from my own tanks I carried around with me to save the boss money!!
The last two hours from Birmingham home I was a mass murderer waiting to happen. Feel very embarrassed about it now, but was in my early twenties at the time and was very foolish. This is a vehicle which I never went over 80 mph, and would refil diesel from my own tanks I carried around with me to save the boss money!!
Eastbourne to Port Grimaud, France in a Rover 75; 815 miles with a break for the Channel Tunnel, two stops for fuel, a drink and a 'leak'. I nearly fell asleep on the way down as I went straight after work on a Friday night and didn't get there until early Saturday morning. I then did it in reverse a week later.
Fun as this is, a cautionary tale:
Few years ago, there's this guy my missus used to see in Spin class down the Gym every day, like clockwork. she notices he's not in for a couple of weeks so she asks about him.
Turns out he drove from Mid Essex to Paris via the Chunnel. Dropped off something to do with his business, drove straight back. Only out of the car for the delivery and fuel stops.
Ended up with a DVT in his right leg - leg had to be amputated just above the knee.
He's now on a prosthetic leg.
Rest stops, people.
Few years ago, there's this guy my missus used to see in Spin class down the Gym every day, like clockwork. she notices he's not in for a couple of weeks so she asks about him.
Turns out he drove from Mid Essex to Paris via the Chunnel. Dropped off something to do with his business, drove straight back. Only out of the car for the delivery and fuel stops.
Ended up with a DVT in his right leg - leg had to be amputated just above the knee.
He's now on a prosthetic leg.
Rest stops, people.
Tame one compared to most people, but did Birmingham to Zandvoort, Netherlands with my old man a few months back.
Left at 6pm on Friday and arrived at the track at 7am Saturday morning; then proceeded to spend the whole day racing. Went to bed at 7pm that night, up again the next day for another day of racing. Wrapped up by 5pm and then set off for the drive home. Finally rocked in at 4-5am.
All done in a BMW X5 towing two tonnes of car trailer...
Left at 6pm on Friday and arrived at the track at 7am Saturday morning; then proceeded to spend the whole day racing. Went to bed at 7pm that night, up again the next day for another day of racing. Wrapped up by 5pm and then set off for the drive home. Finally rocked in at 4-5am.
All done in a BMW X5 towing two tonnes of car trailer...
T1berious said:
Calais to Chamonix 892km
Followed by Chamonix to Umbria 719km
I'm guessing stopping in Chamonix for a very nice stay at a hotel isn't playing by the rules
Edinburgh to Chamonix - just over a 1000 miles. Only stopped for Chunnel crossing and fuel.Followed by Chamonix to Umbria 719km
I'm guessing stopping in Chamonix for a very nice stay at a hotel isn't playing by the rules
Drove through the night, got into Chamonix as the sun was coming up...
And got stopped for speeding at the roundabout 1km from my destination!
Drove back in one go as well, left at 9am French time, and was home for bed before midnight. A tough stint,
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