Most _adjective_ road trip evar!

Bored? As the Beastie Boys once said, You got two choices of what you could do.

Choose an adjective to fill in the blank, Mad Lib style, for my impending drive.
Tell me a story: worst/best/smelliest/scariest road trip you ever took.

I don’t have any pictures to give away, but maybe I’ll think of something.

May 26, 2006 | Filed Under blather

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9 Responses to “Most _adjective_ road trip evar!”

Ty on May 26th, 2006 12:43 pm

1. Awesomest!!
2. My craziest roadtrip was probably when I was about 12. We moved from St. Louis to Dallas to get to here, we drove. It’s like an 11 hour drive or something. With a dog, two cats, two gerbils my mom and I…what a car ride that was…

Alternatively, the BEST roadtrip was when we drove to West Texas for Spring Break when I was in grad school. We went camping for 4 days…it is SO beautiful out there…That is supposed to be a 9 hour drive from Austin, but we made it in under 8…we caravaned with a friend who drove a Suburban, and I discovered that my old Xterra had a governor set for 95 miles per hour…apparently, Suburbans do not have a governor…
Ty on May 26th, 2006 12:46 pm

Oh yeah, and that was trip that we drove through a dust storm!! An actual dust storm! 60 mile per hour winds full of brown sandy dust!! Unbelievable! (It was near the fields of windmills we have here in Texas…completely barren hilly area…very cool…there’s not even a radio station it’s so remote for a while…)
supa on May 26th, 2006 1:00 pm

[quote comment=”3495”]… I discovered that my old Xterra had a governor set for 95 miles per hour…apparently, Suburbans do not have a governor…[/quote]

What’s a governor?

OMG, I can’t imagine 11 hours with all those pets! So crazy.

And wow. West Texas sounds so beautiful and awesome. I love camping.
Sarah on May 26th, 2006 1:56 pm

adjective: soporific

story: man, my road trips are all boring. And we did a LOT of them when I was a kid, each about 7-8 hours. I’m thinking the best road trip story in my world was two years ago. Hubby and I were renting a car to drive from San Fran slowly down to LA for a driving/exploring vacation. We got our car, and I didn’t like it - big ol sedan. And they had hatchback Vibes in the lot, so I convinced Hubby to go back in and wait in the line to ask to switch.

He was seriously annoyed but said ok, and was waiting in the line when I said, “I have to go to the bathroom!” You’d have thought leaving him to wait in line was the worst thing I could do, so I made it up to him: I took my drawers off, balled them up in my hand, gave him a hug when I got back in line, and shoved them into his pocket. Biiiiig smile when he realized he had my panties in his pocket.

So once we got our spanky Vibe in which to drive down the coast, we wound my drawers around the rear view mirror for the trip. Eight days later we dropped the car off at 3am in LA to fly home…and left my underwear wound around the rear view mirror. Best part was, we didn’t realize it until Hubby started a trip journal on his blog and called me at work to ask if I’d remembered to grab my underwear, because he sure hadn’t.
mothergoosemouse on May 26th, 2006 4:23 pm

It’s not a tough decision as I can see. I can blow you away, or you can ride with me.

Uh…I think I’ll ride with you.

1. better than expected

2. Drove cross-country (Phoenix to Dayton) with my aunt, two cats, and a dog in a Mustang. I was 13. She wouldn’t allow me to sleep - if she had to stay awake, so did I. We would sing the theme song to “Dallas” every time we felt sleepy. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-do-dah-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-do-dah-dooooooooooooooooooo.
valiens on May 26th, 2006 6:53 pm

Love Sarah’s drawers story. Mine’s not so spicy.

My adjective would be aching.

It was 9/21/01. NYC to Naples, FL.

Minivan, 4 year old, 1.5 year old. Two cats, a bird, a worm composting box (because I couldn’t think clearly). Two broken all the way open toes, pool of blood on the floor, resting on the a/c vent. Dr. Pepper. Cracker Barrel. Eerie roadside signs all the way, “NYC, DC, PA, our hearts are with you”.

There was one cool stretch, in a hellish sort of way, en route to a friend’s house in GA, miles and miles going 35 mph in deep fog at 3 A.M., hubby falling asleep at the wheel having Dr. Pepper collapse. Oncoming locals speeding past, popping out of the fog.

We woke in the morning to a jurassic looking backyard. When we went for brunch, the place was only serving lunch, so we had fried chicken for breakfast. All very surreal. Went through the climate warp down Florida’s west coast the rest of the day.

Took us three days. We went straight to the beach with my mother and exhaled.
Rachael on May 26th, 2006 8:32 pm

1. Splendifferous!

2. Worst. I was 11 and fighting with my 13 year old sisters in the backseat of my folk’s jetta. We’d just drove 30 miles west of nowhere to get a Christmas tree. The folks had tied it to the roof and my mom was in the process of crawling in the window as she’d tied herself out of the car. My dad turned around to break up the bickering in the back seat and his foot slipped off the brake. The car started rolling with my mom stuck half in, half out of the car like Winnie the Pooh in the honey tree. Everyone laughed the whole way hoem about it except me, I was too preoccupied with the red dots all over my arms and hands. Convinced I had chicken pox for the 3rd time and not even considering that it was pine needle prickles from helping to haul the tree.
HVM on May 30th, 2006 10:51 am

Is it too late?
Our most insane road trip was cross-country, Baltimore to Olympia, WA, then down the coast and into the Sierra Nevadas for a family reunion. We had the two of us, Sage at 1.5 yrs or so, Zander at 3 months. We camped in the Wisconsin Dells, got terribly rained on, and I did a lot of leaning over the car seat while driving to nurse the baby. I know, I know, unsafe, bruised ribs, etc… we were on a schedule, people!

We made it from Nevada to Indiana (my dad’s) in one stretch on the way back.

Oh, and did I mention that we had only been home for 3 days from a 3 week European trip? With the kids?
LL#2 on May 31st, 2006 9:02 am

Ah - Road Trip ‘99! After freshman year of college. Myself and two other girls took a week traveling around various parts of Ohio with the trip centering around going to see Rent and the Dave Matthews Band (One in Cincy and the other in Detroit) In one week we had ventured into 5 states, 2 college campus, slept on a football field, got drunk in the woods, visited a village called Knockemstiff (no joke), met up with tons of friends and had a ball. We kept a travel log of our adventures that I still cherish.