I know I told this story in another thread.
I chose to drive home from Northern Virginia to Riverside, CA in 1991. I had a car with only 30,000 miles on the engine that I wanted to give to my youngest brother. So I left the town of Occoquan at 10:30AM, driving continuously until -- I think -- around 5 or 6 PM the next day, when I stopped in Oklahoma City and put up at a motel. I slept for 8 hours and started again before the sun came up. I made Kingman in the late afternoon sun, and continued, driving all the way to Essex, CA where I took a side-road, so I could come up on Riverside from the southeast. I think I rolled into my family's neighborhood at around 10:30AM.
That's the story. You can do the arithmetic and tell me what my longest non-stop ever was -- it was the first or latter part of that trip. My ass was cramped so badly, the pain didn't go away for two days. I'll never do that again.
"Well, I'm warped by the rain,
"Driven by the snow,
"I'm drunk and dirty -- don't you know --
"But I'm willin' . . . . to keep on movin' . . .
"And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonapah . .
"Driven every kinda rig that's ever been made . . .
"Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed.
"And if you give me . . . weed, whites and wine
Etc. etc.