Bring maps, snacks, and patience. “People assume that averaging 100.3 miles per hour for 2,813 miles across the country was a hair-raising, Dukes of Hazzard-style Transporter drive,” Bolian says. “But it’s actually undramatic. A lot of it just comes down to spending some time thinking about what the existence inside the car is going to be like.”
My wife and I had a very simple plan: I would drive, and she would use the time in the car to catch up on her sleep. Beyond that, we had nothing. No hotel reservations, no specific intermediate stops in mind, no food in the car. No clue, in other words. “Crossing Manhattan is gonna be the hardest part,” I assured her on the Williamsburg Bridge as we drove east out of Brooklyn. “It’s gonna take an hour to get to the Holland Tunnel, but once we’re out of the city, it’ll be easy.” Sometimes, when it comes to haphazard travel plans, it’s best not to know what you’re getting into.