It took four days from Michigan to Florida? I think I could do it in 1 day (with Mrs Deplorable and my driving legal age kids). My brother and his wife took their Corvette from Hartford to Ft Myers in 27 hours, stopping for gas and restrooms.
I have done it in one day. It’s a long day but can be done.
LOL, when I was a young twenty-year old guy in the Navy, I made the trek driving from Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA many times.
I always drove it straight through, took me about 24 hours each time. Once, as I was driving south, I had been nodding off and weaving on I-95, when I became aware that there was a car in the high-speed lane coming straight at me. I swerved, and realized the car was upside down sitting on its roof in the high-speed lane, its headlights pointed at oncoming cars. I pulled over, and ran across four lanes of traffic to the car. The roof was crushed, and the passenger side window was about half its normal height. As I got to the car, this hand and forearm shot out of the window, and a long-haired guy wearing only blue jeans, no shirt, no shoes, clambered out and stood up next to me as he looked at his car. In my memory, he looked exactly like Jeff Spicoli in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”. I asked him if he was okay, and he said “Yeah...I think so. I fell asleep.” When I went to get a cup of coffee, a trucker asked me if I was driving the yellow MG, and when I said I was, he suggested I drink some strong coffee. I lasted until I was down in Georgia, and the sun was coming up, but I had to pull off the road and sleep for an hour or so, I was so tired. So, I pulled off the road, put my seat back, and tried to snooze. I think as soon as I dropped off, I awoke yelling and grabbing for the wheel. I dreamed I was still driving and thought I had fallen asleep at the wheel. My heart was pounding so hard it nearly hurt. Needless to say, I was fully awake then.
One other time I made that trip, I had been awake for something like 60 hours straight and fell asleep at the wheel taking a girl home at 1:30 AM from a day at the beach.
I had awakened at noon on the base, worked the night shift, got off work, jumped in my 1976 MG Midget, drove straight through to Boston, had breakfast, washed my car, partied all day long with my friends, took a girl on a date to a beach, and fell fast asleep behind the wheel with no warning as I was driving her home.
I woke up as the car was bouncing up and down in the median between the North and Southbound lanes, my head hitting the fabric roof with each bump.
It was one of the stupidest things I have ever done.
I could have killed that poor girl. Or some other innocent person. It was criminal. I have never done anything like that since then. But at the time, I was so homesick, missed my family and friends, and was bound and determined to squeeze every last drop of juice from that lemon called shore leave.