There are many names for what I did Sunday morning. "Go for a cruise", "Driveabout" and "Go see some scenery". I prefer to call it "Windshield therapy".
You start with no destination. And while you're driving backroads you take to turn down roads that you either haven't been on in a long time or have never been down...
I had to Google my longest trip. In 1984 a buddy and I decided to go on "The Great Quest For Truth". We started in Missoula. Then we drove to stay with another friend in Las Vegas. In a 1978 Mustang King Cobra. Death Valley is a good time in a car with no air conditioning.
Our package included a night in a condo on the Powder Horn property, a gift card to Rib and Chop, and also a gift card for fuel. The second round (of 27 holes because they HAVE 27 holes!) was a no-brainer for us. The course was in beautiful condition.