We’ve ridden in limos several times in Hawaii. It was with taxi companies, not requested or costing anything extra. I don’t know about now, but back in the mid-1980s, it seemed a lot of taxi companies used them as their standard “taxi.”
Sure was nice to pretend we were somthing special, though. 
Just once, for my grandmother’s funeral a couple years ago.
A couple of times to/from the airport
once for a funeral
and once to go to on a horse ride.
Growing up, we were staying at a resort in northern Minnesota, and they would arrange horse rides at a local stable. So my sister and I contacted the front desk, and set it up. We showed up at the desk, and were pointed to our ride. The limo out front. The funniest part was coming back, in the same limo, smelling of horses.
Once, when I was college age, my parents and I went out to eat at an expensive restaurant in New York. When we left the restaurant, there was a limo at the curb, and the driver asked if we wanted a ride. So my dad talked with him and we ended up going home in a limo. I guess the guy was just hanging around with nothing else to do, he might as well make a few bucks. It was fun!
I visited a friend a couple years ago for her birthday. We (me, her, and one of her friends) went for a trip on the Harbour Hopper, then afterwards one of her mother’s friends was supposed to come pick us up. After a bit with no ride appearing, finally my friend called to find out where the ride was. The conversation apparently went something like this:
“Where is he?”
“He should be there already. Do you see a black car?”
(Limo pulls in) “I see a black limo.”
“Happy birthday.”
Unfortunately, the bar was empty, but given that we were all underaged, that was to be expected (would’ve been nice though :D)
My wife and I were staying at a casino hotel where we’re regulars, but by no means high rollers. My daughter (just turned 21) and a friend were flying in later to meet us. We had planned to pick her up at the airport ourselves, but had a brainstorm and sweet-talked the casino’s limo to surprise her.
Daughter said later that she was heading to the baggage claim and passed the usual line of limo drivers holding up name signs. She walked right by, then did a double-take…“uh…that’s *my * name.” She was very surprised & very pleased.
We left the cemetary in limos after my grandfather’s funeral.
I kinda hate to say it, but the limo ride really perked up us grandkids. >_>
I was on a business trip in Hawaii and got sent out by my boss on some errand with one of his flunkies. When I got to the taxi stand, the first car there was a limo, and the driver waved for me to get in. I started to say that I only needed a taxi, but he said “It’s ok! Same price, man!” So the two of us ended up taking a limo to Best Buy for an extension cord and some OHP sheets.
It was the same price, btw.
Not a “stretch limo” but an extended-length luxury car with a large backseat area. I was attending a medical conference a few weeks ago, and arrived very late at the airport. They’d arranged transportation for all of the attendees, but I was the only one being picked up around that time, so instead of a fancy coach bus, they sent that car.
We stayed in Vancouver a few nights as part of a package before our Alaska cruise (in the days of the bubble when I thought I was rich.) We got picked up at the airport in a real limo, big, with a bar. It was just the three of us, and it was real nice because our plane had been late.
Town Cars don’t count for me - my father used to own one of them boats.
I was in a stretched Ford Excursion a few weeks ago. It was hired by a guy going home to get married, for the trip from home to a nightclub.
LCD screens all over the place, lots of leather and carpets, a bar… interesting!
Well heck, since no one else has posted anything like this, I guess will.
My stepfather was a corporation CEO and bigshot. His company provided him with a stretch limo, (which we referred to as ‘the car’), and a driver. His driver picked him up at our house in the morning, drove him to work in Manhattan, and drove him home in the evening. I hopped a ride in that sucker many a time. My mother would sometimes have the car pick me up outside my office in NYC. I took pains not to let my co-workers see my getting in or out of the car. That car was gigantic.
You know, someone has to come from one of those kind of families.
Just once. A friend was going out of town and decided to take a limo to the airport instead of a plain taxi. I rode with her.
I’ve ridden on a bus line with a route between Chicago and South Bend called United Limo does that count?
Hrm - op is banned. Riding around in a limo on the straight dope in socks, I guess.
Did one of those elogngated luxury car things for a couple of funerals, too, now that I think about it.