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My best road trip was driving down Great Ocean Road in Australia with one of my best friends, Iben. Absolutely stunning and amazing.

Driving from LA via San Diego and then onto Baja California. It was many years ago with a couple of friends, we had such a laugh! I remember eating lobster for breakfast in Baja as it was so cheap and delicious??

best one has to be when we didn't tell the kids we were going abroad,just we were having a day out starting very early. cases loaded in car without them seeing and woke them in the early hours to get in car, lovely drive to dover while they slept and they awoke as we boarded ferry , excitement was amazing and the drive through France into Holland was just one I will never forget

We drove to the north of Scotland the other year. We visited Loch Ness on the way (but didn't see Nessie!) and went on the ferry and got a tour round Orkney, including the stone age village and the Ring of Brodgar, which I'm sure is more impressive than Stonehenge - and it's free and not fenced off! The roads were pretty clear, the kids were well behaved and the weather wasn't too bad - what more could we ask for

In the late 60's when in my late teens, I drove in an old van with 6 others across Europe - France, Belgium, Germany, Austria, Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Greece and Turkey. We camped or slept in the van depending on where we were. We had no showers en route and once we hit the sea in Greece we all ran in, fully clothed - bliss. We spent an amazing week camping on the beach before going on to Istanbul and the Bosphorus. The main roads through Yugoslavia and Bulgaria were hardly more than cart tracks, toilet facilities were nil until the beach where there was a hole in the ground with a tree trunk which served as a 'flusher'. A cigarette was essential equipment when entering ...... On our return north we visited Dachau, a truly awful place. The Munich Beerfest was last on the agenda and to this day, I still have the beer stein which I found in my possession the next morning . A memorable 5 weeks. Not sure I would want to repeat the experience unless I had the benefit of a few luxuries along the way!

Taking the children over to Germany years ago when they were young to see my sister, we always got to drive down the romantic road which was lovely and the girls loved seeing the castles etc. Lovely to look back

my most memorable drive was about 30 years ago we had a hire car in Spain, we suddenly came upon a lovely wide new road that was signposted to were we were going. After about 10 mins driving I remarked that it was unusual that we hadn't seen any other cars, after 20 mins we got really worried, but there was no way to get off this road, we had to stay on it for ages, by now we were really worried, we finally came to the end to see a number of barriers and cones and workman looking bemused, the road was still being built and wasn't finished! we had to drive around the workman to get off. Why there were no warning signs or barriers to stop us getting on it in the first place I have no idea!

On the Pacific Coast Highway from San Francisco to Los Angeles - amazing scenery and beautiful weather!

My best road trip was driving through Spain and villages carved out of the mountains and stopping to swim in the amazing cold lagoons. It is such a beautiful and interesting countryside.

An overland trip to India as a young man. On a bus in Northern Iran, the brakes failed as we went down a hill and we all had to jump out of the road rear fire exit.

Travelling across Victoria in Australia one summer and making stops along the way, as well as driving along the Great Ocean Road, before heading across to South Australia! Perfection!

Many years ago,I went on a road trip with my then boyfriend to the Lake District.On the first night,a farmer said we could camp in a certain field.The next morning we were woken by cows happily chewing the tent and peering inside-we had got the wrong field!After a day of beautiful weather and exploring the area,we spent the next night in a weird campsite in the middle of an industrial area.The heavens opened and our ragged tent was absolutely sodden.Shoving the soggy mess into the car boot,we decided to head for Scotland.We found a beautiful campsite by Loch Trool,where we hired a tent and sat around the camp fire in the evening,very romantic.There was even a block of proper showers.The only problem was the huge swarms of gnats,who feasted on our legs and arms.Heading west,we had some lovely drives and walks around stunning lochs and countryside and made friends with some mountain goats who tried to eat my suede jacket.We ended up in Portpatrick on a lovely clear evening,where we could see Northern Ireland across the sea.My boyfriend bumped into one of his bosses from work,quite a coincidence being so far from home.We had to stay at a b&b as our tent was still soaking wet.The next day,we had to head for home,almost penniless as we had not factored in paying for accommodation.After a stop for toilets,my boyfriend came out with 5 pound notes that he had found in a toilet and fished out-yuk!Still,dried out on the dashboard,they bought us food and petrol for the journey home!There was one Scottish pound note left,which I still have.
We later married and then divorced after 10 years but I still think fondly of that trip.It was one of the warmest summers I can remember and we were so free and spontaneous despite our little mishaps.We saw some amazing scenery and I will never forget our youthful joy and quick recovery from setbacks.

A few years ago I was made redundant and we decided to go on a road trip to France for a few weeks...or however long we felt like it! We booked a naturist campsite (a first for us) in the South of France for 2 weeks and then spent a few days making our way there and camping on the way. Loved the trip, we saw so many wonderful places! We ended up booking another 2 weeks at a different site and then after that we just drove around camping in laybys and sleeping in the car! We even drove to Spain for breakfast one morning as we were right near the border! The scenery was incredible and the sense of freedom too!

My best road trip was from Orlando to Memphis to see the King's birthplace and home. Then down to New Orleans for a bit of jazz then back to Orlando to do rides rides and rides.

Calais to La Rochelle, August 1987.


O Captain! my Captain! are we nearly there yet?
This old Morris Ital has given all it can, we must be close; Is that us backfiring?
Is that La Rochelle? Peep the horn. Us lot in the back are cheering (we could do with the loo).
Put your foot down, it's getting a bit grim back here.
O my days! my days! my days!
O just pull over,
You said we were close. My Captain lies.
We're not even past Rouen!

O Captain! my Captain! are we nearly there yet?
Get us there soon and there's a croissant in it for you.
I'll even throw in a slab of brie and a bottle of Cuvée Des Jonquilles
Come on, can't you hear our pleas, drive faster we're eager to get there. (We could do with the loo again).
Hey Captain! Dear father!
Both hands on the wheel!
I'll rest my head a little
And dream a faster journey in a Ferrari.
Wake me up at Le Mans.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pursed and still;
My father pulls up, tired, beat, he has no pulse nor will;
The Ital got here safe and sound, well it's a little overheated.
A fearful trip, I didn't think we'd get through Angers;
But exult, look at that harbour, and, ring the bells, a loo!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the quay with my Captain,
I owe the old duffer a stiff drink.

Me and my best friend went on a road trip to meet up with an online friend of ours who lived 6 hours away. It was amazing! It was our first time meeting him and it was like we had been best friends for a lifetime.

My most memorable road trip was across central London in the 1970s. My boss had given me return tickets from Edinburgh to London as a gift to go Christmas shopping and I invited my mum to spend some of the time with me. But I managed to mix up which bus station I was meeting her at and I ended up at the wrong one at 6am. - just minutes before she was due to arrive. I dashed out into the street and must have looked in a right panic, because a dustman (as we called them in those days) asked what was wrong. No problem, he said when I explained. We're heading that way so jump up in the cab and we'll give you a lift.
I arrived a few minutes late, but it was worth it to see the look on my mum's face as she watched a bin lorry pull up in front of her and her daughter climb out!

I've been driving for around 40 years, but I don't have a real favourite road trip. I've driven lots of places down South from Cornwall to Great Yarmouth, but have never driven anywhere North of Blackpool.

a few years ago we drove down to the south of France with MIL and two young children. husband gave MIL a choice of the long winded coastal route or the direct straight line route She said that the scenic route would be much better, and then when straight to sleep for several hours

We were driving through paradise - er, I mean the Isle of Mull, and found ourselves behind a coach - not a common occurrence I have to say - when suddenly an otter appeared from a ditch with a huge salmon in its teeth! It ran across the road right under the wheels of the coach it dropped the fish and ran into the opposite ditch. The coach drove on quite oblivious to the drama that had transpired but we stopped (nothing else on the road, I assure you!) so I picked up the fish with the head gnawed away and threw it in the direction of the otter. I had never seen an otter before and the event reaffirmed my idea of what idyllic landscapes are!

My DH and I rented a car and drove around the south island of New Zeaand for 3 weeks - we stopped at lake tekapo, queenstown, kaikoura, saw how the 2011 earthquake devastated christchurch and many more amazing places. The roads are simply stunning as you drive through the valleys and over massive hills with nothing but green around you. It was the best holiday we've been on, truly amazing.

As someone who spends a lot of time travelling and in hire cars it's quite tricky to pick one road trip above the others, but I had so much fun on a road trip along the Pembrokeshire and West Wales coast a few years ago. It was February so not the best weather, but it did mean there were less people around and we were pretty much on our own.
The coast is simply incredible and some places are just breathtaking, we discovered some real gems that we have revisited since!
I would definitely recommend it to anyone wanting something closer to home but still with that great sense of adventure.
We came around the corner of a normal country road to find ourselves right next to the sea with the most amazing cliffs up ahead of us... the car didn't like the steep incline but the view was incredible!

My (now ex) husband emerged from the tent in his luminous pink, very tight, vest top with ‘J’Taime Lyons’ on it, over the rather loud shorts and the pink flip flops and declared himself ready for the long drive back to the UK with three small children in the back of the car.
As usual, none of us were allowed any input with the choice of music, so Barney the purple dinosaur was replaced with a very long, boring commentary of whatever sport was taking place at that time.
I was though, given the huge honour of being in charge of the map and, therefore, directions, initially making the rookie mistake of recommending that we avoid the Paris Orbital Motorway, which, just in time for end of the working day, meant we went straight there.
As we approached the exit, I gave him plenty of warning, not wanting to incur the wrath of the King of the Road and was incredulous when he drove straight by it.
“That’s not our exit,” he said calmly. “It’s the next one.”
I neither expected, nor did I get, an apology when he realised he was wrong and we had to drive completely around the Orbital again in rush hour traffic.
It was getting dark and the children were asleep when the smoke appeared from the bonnet, accompanied by the loud rattling noise. We had international road cover but, apparently, no change for the ‘phone box at the Toll Road we had stopped at to call them.
Which is how I found myself in the car, peering out of the windscreen at my husband who was knocking on the cabs of various trucks parked on the side of the Autoroute, dressed as he was, looking like he was asking the truck drivers for a night of passion for a fee in his limited French rather than change for the ‘phone.
It was completely dark when the tow truck got to us and I didn’t think it was very safe for me and the children to still be in the car as it was being carried on the back of the truck but was just grateful for the respite of the bad atmosphere as my husband sat in the cab of the mechanic.
Longest Journey Ever.

My best road trips were firstly in 2007 when I took part as an all-female team in the Peking to Paris Rally, a classic endurance rally event, where I met my husband, and secondly, driving in the Peking to Paris Rally 2010 with my husband as my navigator.

Many years back, pre satnav days, we went to France (to Paris) on holiday. On our way home I studied the map and confidently told hubby which road out of Paris to take. After a while alarm bells started until they rang deafeningly! Suddenly we saw a signpost for the Palace at Versailles, totally the wrong direction! Turns out the map only showed the road going north but the darn French had turned it into a ring road around Paris and we were heading south! And we had no choice but to have a wee in this cornfield in the middle of nowhere!! Needless to say we missed the ferry but had such a laugh about it (later!)