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I once drove 4 hours to an overnight party my ole roommate was having. Went, saw my college buds, enjoyed some diabolical drinking and board games. Drove 4 hours home through awful traffic.

At home, I instantly realized I had left my laptop at my friend's. Contemplated jumping off the roof, drove 4 hours back to my buddy's, had a beer whilst regretting my existence, and drove back.

Drove six hours for pizza, ate, drove six hours back. It was a group of college friends with one insisting their home pizza was the best and making the rest of us hungry.

I had been awake for 36 hours and my mother insisted that I keep her company on a 5 hour drive to pick up her boyfriend. When she called I told her that I was going to bed. She turned up at mine to pick me up, anyway, and forced me into the car: I was too tired to resist. I slept all the way there and all the way back.

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

A bunch of us were going somewhere insignificant when we noticed someone had fallen asleep.

So, we did what any reasonable person would do and got on the first highway we found and drove the wrong direction.

Once we got somewhere we were pretty sure he wasn't familiar with, we pulled over at a local diner, woke him up and challenged him to guess where we were.

All of them but I fucking loathe cars (driving or being a passenger) so there is that

Got onto the highway which goes from city a to z.

At around point y, took a u turn and right back.

Honestly it was just for the joke of it. Was still a lotta fun.