There is a lot of talk about the return of the road trip. I have great memories of my big brother and me in the back of our Chevy wagon with my mom at the wheel 15 feet in front of us. The old wagons had those back facing seats. These were specially designed to create awkward staring contest with the motorist behind you. I miss the days when seat belts were an option. Imagine what would have happened while riding ass backwards at 65 mph and you were to slam into another car. I see it as sort of a slow motion Crouching Tiger scene. I am launched upside down with my feet aimed at the face of the driver of the other car. He is initially pelted with magnetic chess pieces just before my Keds whiz past his ears. His face is burned by the friction of my corduroy play pants.
Dressing for trips was simple then, a stripe tee, elastic waist pants and pre-velcro running shoes of some kind. It was a time of simplicity. No video games, only an abundance of time, white bread and bologna. I miss those trips.
Now it's all about gadgets and shutting the kids up. God forbid you have car troubles. Pop the hood now and just try to recognize any part of the engine. Mine looks like a cross between the Predator and a vegetable steamer.
This summer hop in the car fasten your seat belts check all your safety features and have a safe trip you cowards.
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