(March 27, 2024 at 2:00 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: It's 24 hours of straight driving and we seldom stayed in a hotel or stopped anywhere to sleep. The last trip I made with the family I was 16 and was taken out a bought an outfit of slacks, blouse, and blazer to sit in for whole trip with my two siblings who were likely as not to throw up at least once along the way. It's important to be properly attired when you are on the side of the Interstate while your parents wash barf off a kid with water that was formerly ice in the cooler.
Holy crap, but that triggered some memories. Never had to dress up to travel, but we made cross country road trips every summer (and any time on of dad's parents wound up in the hospital) from 1975 until I refused to go on any more starting in the summer of '87. Mom and Dad would drive in shifts and we'd stop for gas, groceries, and destinations... and not much else. I clocked enough miles as a kid that, were they United frequent flyer miles, I could get a free pass to mars when United opens service.
Mom used to love the cooler ice melt. It meant she could give us a drink of water (when what we really wanted was out of the fucking car for a few minutes) without stopping.
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