My mom tells the story of the next-door neighbors at our cabin from the late twenties and thirties. Their dog would stand on the running board the entire ride from Minneapolis to Northern Minnesota! But granted - max speed was maybe 35 mph? (It was an all-day trip back then.)
One time they got to their cabin and the dog was gone, and they figured it fell off at some point in the journey. Two days later it showed up at their cabin!
Now THAT’s a great story!