I was at an amtrack station in Dodge City,Kansas waitin’ for a 4pm train. It didnt show up til 3am.(turns out they had a death on the train)
I could not get the hell outta Dodge.
Have you ever actually took coals to Newcastle,crossed the Rubicon,or had some other first hand experience with geographical cliches?
I’ve taken candy from a baby.
I was in the back seat of a car, on a road trip to New Orleans, and I was picking a banjo. It occurred to me that I was literally coming from Alabama with a banjo on my knee, and going to Louisiana…although not my true love for to see.
Once as a young man, I’ve traveled west.
Do song cliches count?
Like a zillion other people I was standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona
once.
And my location should tell you that I’ve stood on the corner of 12th and vine.
Won’t admit to a Rocky Mountain High, but hey, I’ve lived through the sixties.
Once while camping in the Catskill mountains, out in the middle of nowhere on a friends’ private property, I turned to my boyfirend and said, “Why don’t we do it in the road?”. We did.
BubbaDog, you never got Rocky Mountain High?! You missed out.
“…save all your bread…and fly Trans-Love Airways to San Francisco, USA…”
Not sure if this counts, but I was driving down Ventura Highway when what should come on the radio BUT “Ventura Highway”.
I thought that was pretty cool since I just happened to be there on vacation. And yes, I’m old – this was the 70’s
I have stood on the corner of Hollywood and Vine more times than I can count.
I have also cruised down Imperial Highway with a big nasty red head by my side while the santa ana winds blew hot from the north (I love LA 
).
I know these aren’t exactly what the OP is looking for, but it’s the best I got.
‘on a lonesome city sidewalk, I’m wishin’ Lord that I was stoned’
I have pahked a cah in Hahvad Yahd.
Pardon me boy, but yes that was the Chatanooga choo-choo.
I have also seen the sun come up over Santa Monica Blvd.
I once rode in the back of a Pink Cadillac.
There being no roads there, how did you do this? Were you delivering something?
On the whole, I’d actually rather be in Philadelphia.
I’ve been sittin’ on the dock of the bay wastin’ time before. Both in the mornin’ sun and when the evenin’ come, though not both on the same day admittedly.
I have turned left at Albuquerque for the sheer pleasure of saying I did it.
Okay, not really, I was going to Santa Fe. But still.
You beat me to Santa Monica, Antinor.
Me and some friends had flown into Albuquerque, NM, rented a car, drove to Gallup, and met up with a tour group to go horseback riding in Monument Valley for a week.
While we were driving back we had 24 hours to kill before our flight out. I was in the back seat looking at a map and mentioned we could go check out Santa Fe.
“How do you get there?” me friend driving asked.
“Make a left toin at Albukoykee!” I replied.
Cars drive in Harvard Yard all the time. You just need to be going someplace in the Yard, such as the chapel and have permission. Those paths are plenty wide for a car.
I’m a man with a plan in Panama.