My family and I had to take an unexpected trip this past weekend, and I estimate the four of us spent somewhere around 24 hours in my vehicle over the course of 4 days. Growing up, my dad drove the family everywhere, which meant he never got to enjoy the views or notice odd things we passed. During this trip I did most of the driving, and I’m pretty sure his mind was blown by what he was able to take in. If I asked him to help me look for a street sign, he usually replied like a Tourette’s patient with answers such as “Check out that dude’s hair!” or “What’s the name of that body of water over there?” On the last morning of the trip I straightened up the car and found crumbs, candy wrappers, and empty drink bottles in and around my folks’ seats. What could I do but laugh? I’m positive my sister and I were just as bad (OK – worse) as we would babble and make messes in the back seat of the family minivan “back in the day.” It’s a wonder they didn’t make us walk!
– Tiffany Blaire