The nicest (in good weather) and strangest commute was a 105-mile (on the road) 70-mile (in the air) commute I had for one Summer. When the weather was good, I hand propped the old J-3 and flew to the site, landed on the property in rural Nebraska, taxied up to the building and tied down. It took about an hour and fifteen minutes.
When the weather threatened (Piper Cubs aren't Instrument rated), I drove (About 2:15 if traffic cooperated). Unfortunately, I drove more often than I flew. The flight was fanastic, keeping at 1,525 Meters (5,000-Ft.) and basically enjoying the scenery far below all of the commercial and military flights in a bright yellow airplane with the little Continental buzzzing out in front.
Had kids, sold plane...typical story.
I remain,
The Old Soldering Gunslinger