my wife and I go on daylong cruises through Germany regularly… We leave sundaymorning and drive like a nice couple should until the German border, then the foot hits the floor and for the next 2 hours I'm doing everything in my power to push my throttle through the floor of my car. Then we arrive at the Nurburgring, drive a few laps, take a few hundred pictures and then head back in the same way as we came 🙂

Back when I had my Chevelle I did. Not so any more as I don't have a 'Cruising' car sort of hard to do in a late model pickup. Back in High School I did regularly with my friends, alot of that spiraled down to drag racing though. When I finially grew a brain I stopped that. I go to some bigger car events that have cruising as a segment of it and just watch from the side lines. Soon enough I will rejoin those masses…

Every saturday there's a cruise in meet that I regularly go to.
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Nearly every day, this olelongrooffan drops the top on my E30 and heads down A1A to the World's Most Famous Beach and cruise it for an hour or so just checking out the sights. Sundays are reserved for a bit longer of a road trip though.

The local main cruise scene is outlawed and full of riff-raff (overzealous cops, drunks, gangs, punks in droopy drawers and guns) so I avoid it with a passion.
Instead, we cruise the half dozen old small downtowns in our area, (Sunnyvale, Mountain View, Los Gatos, Willow Glen etc) in one of our MGBs or the old Datsun on the way out for a weekend burger. Classy lady, classic car, classy towns, fuzzy dog with hair blowing in the warm wind… Life is good in the summer. That dog loves burgers.
Most of the time however we take part in the many rallys or drive-in meets NorCal offers. You are more likely to meet up with folks who share the same interests and see some really cool cars. This has more of the old-time cruising spirit that I am looking for.

Back in high school my friend and I would go cruising along PCH from Santa Monica to Santa Barbra in my Lexus SC300. I now have a miata and don't go cruising, mainly because I can't hear my passenger talk.

Yes, a lot in the summer months. Normally there is a crew of four that roll with me. My brother in his FFR, me in one of my toys, my other brother borrowing a toy and then a couple of friends roll their toys.
Usually a 30 minute drive somewhere that is having a Cruise night like Quaker Steak and Lube or another local bar. Take some back roads to the place and enjoy some Beer and Food. Hang out for awhile then cruise home before it is too dark out. Some Weekends I just get and go by myself to try and get my mind back into things.

One of the best memories I have of cruising the "Ave" near my hometown was of me and my friend driving around in my dad's 64 sedan de ville. There was a fire station and 2 of the firemen were pacing back n forth at the end of the driveway in front of an empty fire station with their full gear on…it looked like the fire trucks had left them behind. For some reason we laughed for hours about that.

We'd cruise Dakota Ave. in my hometown of Huron, SD. If you wanted to hang out and talk the turnarounds were the Lewis Drug/Burger King lot at the south end of town, or the Holiday Foods/Pamida lot just north of the DM&E railroad tracks. If you wanted to hoon, there were about 9 stoplights in between. One buddy had a '71 Chevelle with a 383, a scoop through the hood and some big tires out back so he didn't get many takers even when his 2nd gear was out of commission, but somehow I found myself in lots of races I didn't expect in my T-bird just from promptly getting off the line and up to speed. Usually though we preferred to save the hooning for the mall parking lot in winter after a fresh snow, where my Cougar or my T-bird, an '86 Celebrity and a '69 Chevy 1/2-ton could be found sliding around in the snow till either the point of nausea or of concern that surely the people in the apartments across the street had called the cops by now.

Cruising State Street in Salt Lake City and Washington Boulevard in Ogden are some of my fondest memories, even though I grew to hate the ritual as a grown-up cabdriver who had to negotiate the ricers, gangbangers, and total dicks that led the municipalities to enact draconian laws that killed the whole phenomenon. Along with the hoi-polloi were some really cool cars and bikes that would circulate those streets on a warm summer Saturday night, and at one point it was a cool thing. I used to participate on my Norton, in my Cutlass, my Cadillac Limo, whatever, just for the hell of it. When I started driving a cab and had to pick up fares at the bars up and down State, it became a pain in the ass, all the little posers in from the 'burbs in their shitty little cars, but I dealt with it. When the gangbangers started shooting each other and the little boys from the 'burbs started getting shot, too, the cops shut it all down. Kind of a sad thing, but it wasn't all about cool cars anymore, it was a clusterfuck, and it had to go. Sad, really.