The Concorso d’Eleganza Villa d’Este is a rareified environment where the beautiful people like to go.

There's a good reason Britain's car magazines and YouTubers head to Wales so often. The Black Mountain Pass over the Brecon Beacons ticks all the necessary boxes.

Stopping only to refuel and snack we cut through France, arriving just before dawn. Dispatching the length of a country in a day (and a night).

A great drive is made even better by a great stopover with an equally great view.

This is where gastro pub meets gasoline.

The engineers who blasted this road out of the Austrian mountainside clearly loved to drive.

It doesn’t matter who is driving. And it doesn’t matter what the car is. What matters is the moment the driver turns to the young, impressionable passenger and asks, ‘Would you like to change gear?’

Bond fans will recognise this from the movie Goldfinger, where 007 runs Tilly Masterson off the road.

We all have a film that we remember as first inspiring us to hit the open road. For many, On Any Sunday is one of those films.

No sooner have you changed up to third than you have to brake again

For telegenic twists and turns this road is hard to beat.

Makes for a great ironic Instagram shot, doesn't it?

Milled from a single block of aluminium it’s the first of a limited series of just ten tables.

Whether you take days or weeks to drive it Iceland’s Route One will be seared on your memory forever.

A gallery of faded glory by photographer Tom Salt

Eight bridges span a series of small islands, some so low that you feel you’re skimming the sea, while fishermen catch cod from the side. Others a roller coaster ride into the sky and down again.

California 33 is a throwback to the 1950s. A time when roads had no guard rails. When the route flowed with the land rather than being blasted through it.

Mrs Orcutt's 4.1-mile driveway was used as an illegal test track by car magazines and drag racers throughout the 1970s and 80s

Few have any reason to visit, except for the pure thrill of the drive.

They stand, noses down, rear wheels upended, tail fins pointing skywards towards Cadillac heaven.