The USA is the land of the long road trip, and there are many stories. One couple ride motorbikes every year Houston to New England. They stop for gas and snacks. Another couple have two houses, in Sugar Land and Salem, Massachussetts. They can fly, but prefer to drive the 3000 km, between the two. Non-stop, no time to smell the roses.
And I once spoke to a family in a Walmart in Alaska. They drove the 6000 km to Alaska from, I think, Ohio, and lived in a tent for two winters until they could afford a home. When they started out they did not know their teenage daughter was pregnant.
My longest road trip was to Windsurfing Championships in 1981, for Windsurfing Fleet 88. We borrowed a van and hitched the trailer to carry the boards and gear. We drove Dallas, Texas to Grand Haven, Michigan non-stop. But there were five of us and we took turns driving, co-piloting and sleeping. It may have taken 18 hours. It took a little longer than it should as we had a flat in the middle of nowhere in Arkansas. The spare was flat too and we had no pump.
We were young and foolish.