Many moons ago, I was all for Shanks’ Pony, as only walking could get you to the more out of the way places. Or up and down rocky bits:
That said, I have always liked railways (except the ones into London at present, as they are seriously not up to the job). And little old Narrow Gauge ones are the best, such as this one in the Harz Mountains in Germany:
And cars, preferably old cars, and having some fun on seriously twisty roads:
Oh, and how about an old plane, flying over the beach so as to avoid the Sierra Madre mountains in Cuba, this was the best I could do through the ancient window:
You can see more at Ailsa’s, here.