When I finished college, I got a job 25 miles literally "over and (and under via a bridge tunnel) the river and through the woods." One of my buddies in my reserve unit (which drilled near my college) said "That's crazy, you're going to be fighting that tunnel traffic."
My response was "Yeah, on a Sunday morning in a U-Haul truck." Right after I got my job I did a spiral search out from there looking for a nice apartment complex with air conditioning, no rif-raf, and a washer and dryer in the apartment. I ended up five miles form work. Eventually, the hood rats moved into the area, and I moved to a duplex with a garage.
My last commute was my longest, twelve miles each way, 25 minutes. One of those twelve miles was behind the barbed wire and out in the woods. Between "Super Gliding Flex-I-Time," working one mile in the woods at work, driving to lunch, and going to the gym and running errands after work, car pooling or mass transit wasn't an option.
My wife had a specialized job in the medical field and the two hospitals that could use her were about 50 miles apart. We rented until it settled out where she'd be working. Also, she was usually only working four days a week, and had to be within 45 minutes for when she was on call. Mathematically, that meant we should live 45 minutes from her job toward mine. That's what we did, and her commute was 28 miles each way. She was putting 16k miles/year on a car.
I worked with a lot of civil servants in Texas who were transferred to San Diego. They couldn't afford to live near where they worked. Some quit. Some went there started looking for other jobs outside San Diego. Some moved out in the boonies and did the SOCAL commute insanity. One of my friends out there lives in El Cajon on a ranch. He'd start out for work at 2 a.m., be done by noon, and be back playing with his horses by 1 p.m., missing traffic both ways.
I have friends who are a power couple in D.C. and live walking distance from the Chesapeake Bay and the marina where their large sailboat is docked. They bought a modest condo in Bethesda near the Metro station. They drive into the city Monday morning and back to their house Friday afternoon, Thursday afternoon or Friday morning if they can compress their weeks. Friday traffic is noticeably better in the D.C. area because of so many people doing work week compression. Mondays, less so.