A relaxing drive. I like to drive up to the mountains in my 2014 1.0 liter ecoboost fiesta manual. Lots of sharp turns and you can go as fast as you want. Fun. Then, go to the trailhead and hike up to the highest point, smoke a bowl of some Skywalker og and then come down as fast as possible bushwhacki.g and boulder hopping. Ye-zzzzzzzz
I like any mountain drives. Carpathian Forest, Sth. Poland is very nice. But nothing takes the cake quite like the pilgrimage to the Externsteine through Forest Teutoburg. This holds two specific interests for most Pagans en route. 1. The Externsteine is one of our most prized locations. 2. Romans were annihilated in this forest. I think the euphoria surrounding Forest Teutoburg is magnificent. When she is enveloped in the fogs and mists she is very spooky but you get a great sense of historic achievement. Something big went down in there, and I believe it can be felt.
Haven't done this one yet, but looking forward to through the redwoods The tallest tree in the world, a California redwood, stands 379 feet (116 m) tall, or slightly taller than a football field is long.
My favorite is the Pacific Coast Highway but since its 3000 miles I'll chose my second favorite which is Park Loop Road in Maine Hotwater
Probably the 70 mile drive from Rochester to my parents' cottage in the hills south of here. Especially on a warm summer evening. Bud + music + uninterrupted driving with the windows down = bliss.
any place that's more then 50 miles from any pavement that's wider then two lanes. only reason to have a motor vehicle of any kind is to get and possibly live there. sill rather do so on a narrow gauge train. train to within ten miles and then walk quietly through the woods. see more that way. see more from the train itself. they just need to have a camera on the front, so everybody could see the same as if they were riding in the cab. i'm convinced the lack of that is they psychological reason so many people prefer to drive. or think they do, because they've never even ridden on one. i had a wife once, who wanted me to drive in cities. that was why i got rid of my license. she's been dead five years, but now i'm 66. my dad loved the coast. from bolinas to bremerton. in prefer the mountains myself, from merklyville to downiville and on up past grey eagle and woodfords and all the way up into eugene. had a couple of two wheelers at different times. nothing bigger then a 125. back roads only. but back roads are the only roads i want. my favorite on four wheels would be a long bed cargo van. would still keep my from having anything else on my pension. and even that's more then i've usually had. but it would get me to where i didn't have to hear other people's bullshit, at least for a while. you still slave ten hours for every hour you spend enjoying those things. you just don't notice it because you think its something you have to do anyway, and imagine doing the world more good then harm to do so. the latter being false, but who notices little things like that.
I like driving around but have no particular favourite route. As teens when we still lived in the countryside/village and we drove to the city on a regular basis we used to generally take the same route: first drove to another city nearby to our fav coffeeshop, then to the McDrive there and buy a large milkshake, roll a joint in the parking lot there and then hit the highway to the city blasting music and hotboxing the car. Very fond memories about that. I now prefer not to smoke weed while driving (a one hitter is something else than smoking a whole joint of course, even when we'd share this joint).
my old pot smoking route as a teenager will always hold a special place in my heart. It was just a few rural roads, past farms and ponds and fields and all that beautiful country shit. the pacific coast highway is nice too, not sure when ill get back that way. the blue ridge parkway is also pretty awesome.
oh I almost forgot. I went with my brother once to pick up something he bought in upstate New York near the Canadian border. Pretty much every rural road in that area is beautiful.
Pretty much every drive with friends and some pot is beautiful (seriously, even on the road around or through the city, esp. at night with all the lights and less traffic) Especially when they are mainly in the past and we can get a bit nostalgic about it. Hey it still happens here occasionally but not as often and taken for granted as back then. I like how we took everything for granted back then. Like, this is just how we did it without a second thought about if it might be special or out of the ordinary.
Lots of scenic options are in the eastern third of West Virginia, including the famous bridge on US-19: This park is just a few miles down the river: As you go north in eastern WV, you find more thin rock cliffs like this, along the Potomac River: