I think maybe I have this image in my head from a music video, but I have always dreamt of driving cross country in an antique convertible (I would prefer a Camaro over the above pictured Mustang, please). It has to be a convertible because part of the dream is riding in the passenger seat with my bare feet hanging out the side. The weather will be perfect every single day of the trip. We will have an endless supply of cash so that we can stop anywhere that looks interesting and explore what it has to offer. Oh yeah, and we will be fully equipped with awesome music to last us from VA to CA.
No . . . but seriously . . . I want to drive cross country before I die.