Travelling to all niters was never a problem - hitch hiking, driving or on a coach. Driving your own motor when a bit older was preferable - although not an option when I first when I started out. A nice, slow burn lift into euphoria as your stash kicked in - and then into the ritual of talking complete bollocks until you reached the venue and got on the dance floor - where i stayed all night. Although it is probably worth pointing out that there was never any slow burn if your stash was 3 for £2 blues!
The journey home was often a nightmare - paranoid and sick as fcuk depending on you're stash. Having my own car made life far more bearable.
As for how far we would travel - who cared, it was part of the ritual. As was breaking down, running out of petrol and having a car with no heating. Them were the days - I think we even had rickets and diphtheria!
Pete