How about the worst "ride" ever? Back in the early '70s, mom and dad sold up and packed four kids (4-13), a dog and a cat into a 36' class c (mini-Beaver) and a 16' TT for a trip around the country. We spent 6 months traveling coast to coast and logging over 18,000 miles. There were a lot of entertaining driving days, but the one that was most memorable was in Rhode Island ... just outside of Providence as I recall though it may have been down at the coast.
We'd been up in New England for a couple of weeks and were headed back to my Uncle's place outside of Croton-on-Hudson. It was after dark, dad was driving (as usual) and mom was navigating. This normally worked well since dad has been know to get lost backing out of the driveway. Mom was also a great driver and could handle the rig under most conditions. Finding the exit to the campground dad exited and immediately found that the next directions didn't make sense. It was a winding exit into narrow streets with cars parked on both sides and no real way out; a left turn back onto the highway just wasn't going to happen.
Knowing even then that three rights makes a left, dad proceeded to go around the block, cross a narrow overpass, and keeping an eye out for highway signs managed to make his way back to the main road.
At this point they determined that they must have made a mistake as to the exit markings and had gotten off at the wrong exit. So we backtracked, turned around, and made our way back into town. The markings turned out to be correct, but we got off at one exit later. The directions still didn't make sense, but let's say that they tried to grasp the idea of the directions. After a few turns noting that it wasn't getting any better I was the one who noticed that we were right back to the narrow intersection with no way of making a left.
Three right turns later we were back to the highway and backtracking to try again.
After four tries you'd think they'd give up? Not quite. Mom and dad switched seats and they tried three more times. Each time we ended up right back at that same damned intersection! They tried several different exits but we always ended up right back in the same place. Queue the theme from the Twilight Zone.
After the third time at that black hole of an intersection my brother and I each grabbed a pen and paper to write down all the new words mom and dad were using.
After the seventh try the decision was made to just bite the bullet and carry on to Croton which is exactly what we did.
As an aside, I used to drive trucks and made a couple of trips into Hunts Point. It was right after my second trip there that I changed companies to one that was west coast only. Working for them I regularly drove into San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Portland. I'll take them every day in a rig rather than one day in any part of NYC. I've got a lot of respect for those who do it every day.