what's the goat run?

Picture this: you and a handful of friends crammed into a battered Citroën 2CV — a tin-can legend with a wheezing, air-cooled engine, a fabric roof that flaps like a surrender flag, suspension so soft it was designed to carry baskets of eggs across ploughed fields, and just enough horsepower to make patience a survival skill. Now imagine pointing that mechanical anachronism toward the horizon and driving it hundreds of kilometers into old-school chaos. That is the Goat Run.

It is, without question, the least sensible thing you can do in a week.

Take France’s most endearingly underpowered icon — the Citroën 2CV — and ask it to do the unthinkable. Let its tin roof rattle through lavender-scented backroads, bounce over Alpine passes, and wobble confidently into places the Michelin map politely ignores. We’ve distilled the spirit of La Douce France into an anti-itinerary: farm tracks instead of autoroutes, forgotten villages instead of postcard stops, and long lunches that turn into technical maintenance. Progress is slow, noise is constant, and every hill feels personal.

Served as a three-layer adventure sandwich: the Original Dust-in-Your-Teeth Special, the Mountain-Pass Suspension Test, and the Full-Throttle-Nowhere Face Slap. Scroll on to discover more about what might just be your next beautifully terrible adventure.