Reflections on my trip:

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jujube

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I think I'm in Florida, but I'm not sure any more.
Here are my reflections after taking an almost-3000-mile trip in seven days (4 12-hour days in a car):

I hate I-10
I hate I-35
I especially hate I-20
I'm not particularly fond of I-75.

I hate the following (in no particular order):

Alabama
Louisiana
Mississippi
Texas
Oklahoma
A tiny little bit of Tennessee
Georgia

I hate motels, especially when stuck in one with a man who has a bad stomach virus.......a man-virus, which of course is much, much worse than a woman-virus

I hate eating all my meals out

I hate cold weather
I hate windy weather
I specially hate cold AND windy weather, which described the entire week

I'm not real fond of the Spousal Equivalent tonight, but I'll be over that by tomorrow morning

What I have re-discovered that I love dearly:

My house
My bed
My bathroom
My kitchen
Florida
Warm weather
Being out of a car

In four days, I'm supposed to turn around and go out of town again. I think I'm going to shoot myself in the foot.
 

jujube said:
Here are my reflections after taking an almost-3000-mile trip in seven days (4 12-hour days in a car):
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I did 3 straight 9 hour days driving a few years back from Mass to Detroit and back, I swore I would never do anything like it again. I hated everything after day two, I can't imagine how you felt after day 4. I can do a one day trip of 12 hours, and usually do once or twice a year to Canada to visit in-laws, but I won't do two 12 hour driving days in a row it's just too much.
 
jujube said:
Here are my reflections after taking an almost-3000-mile trip in seven days (4 12-hour days in a car):

I hate
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THAT..is some funny trip

I so love a good story
The happy but brief ending was a nice touch

Not fond of driving loooooong distance

Or riding

1959
Dad knew he couldn’t drive to Genoa Nebraska and back to Portland Oregon overnight
But
He gave it a shot

We got to pee in Pocatello due to the flat tire

Wyoming’s plateaus only look like they're getting close
Even at 113 mph

Nebraska had a lot of corn
A lot

Genoa had nothing
No food
No motel
No bathrooms

They did have a very old man in bib overalls holding a bench down
We stayed just long enough to preserve his fly swatting technique on silent 8MM celluloid

The trip back
Was quicker somehow
 
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This trip was "not for pleasure" and that's what it meted out by the large ladle-full: "not pleasure".

Oh, something I forgot to include in my "I hate" list:
Trucks
68% of the other drivers in the afore-mentioned states

On the good side: as I predicted, I'm quite fond of the Spousal Equivalent again this morning.

This weekend's trip only involves my driving 2 1/2 hours each way, with a 2-hour round trip in the middle with someone else driving. Maybe I won't shoot myself in the foot after all. AND it's going to be a *fun* trip to see people I *want* to see. That makes a huge difference. Yuuuge......
 
Gary O' said:
THAT..is some funny trip

I so love a good story
The happy but brief ending was a nice touch

Not fond of driving loooooong distance

Or riding

1959
Dad knew he couldn’t drive to Genoa Nebraska and back to Portland Oregon overnight
But
He gave it a shot

We got to pee in Pocatello due to the flat tire

Wyoming’s plateaus only look like they're getting close
Even at 113 mph

Nebraska had a lot of corn
A lot

Genoa had nothing
No food
No motel
No bathrooms

They did have a very old man in bib overalls holding a bench down
We stayed just long enough to preserve his fly swatting technique on silent 8MM celluloid

The trip back
Was quicker somehow
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Funny, Gary! We took trips like that when I was a kid. My dad wasn't real fond of stopping, so we had a coffee can with a couple inches of sand in the bottom that sat on the floor in the back waiting to be used as a #1 porta-potty in the moving car.
 
jujube said:
Here are my reflections after taking an almost-3000-mile trip in seven days (4 12-hour days in a car):

I hate I-10
I hate I-35
I especially hate I-20
I'm not particularly fond of I-75.

I hate the following (in no particular order):

Alabama
Louisiana
Mississippi
Texas
Oklahoma
A tiny little bit of Tennessee
Georgia

I hate motels, especially when stuck in one with a man who has a bad stomach virus.......a man-virus, which of course is much, much worse than a woman-virus

I hate eating all my meals out

I hate cold weather
I hate windy weather
I specially hate cold AND windy weather, which described the entire week

I'm not real fond of the Spousal Equivalent tonight, but I'll be over that by tomorrow morning

What I have re-discovered that I love dearly:

My house
My bed
My bathroom
My kitchen
Florida
Warm weather
Being out of a car

In four days, I'm supposed to turn around and go out of town again. I think I'm going to shoot myself in the foot.
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Flying would alleviate the long car trip and being on interstates and stopping for bad food.
 
When I got out of the Navy in San Diego in 1959, I headed back east with a shipmate who got out about the same time. The interstate highways had not been built yet. We alternated being driver and sleeper and drove non-stop to New Orleans. We got a hotel room and slept for 16 hours straight. From there we turned north and he got off in Muncie IN. I continued east taking the Penn Turnpike. The engine blew up on the 1948 Plymouth near Lancaster PA. I went home on the train. I borrowed my father's car and went and retrieved my belongings and gave the title for the car to the tow company. That was one long ride.
 
Oh jujube you made me laugh and I can relate. My daughter lived in Oregon for awhile and we went across country to visit her twice. I'm a home body to begin with so it didn't take long for me to wish I was back home in my own little corner of the world. I also noticed no matter where we stopped to eat,all the food started to taste the same and so loaded with salt. I longed for a piece of my own meatloaf and my own brand of coffee.
 
i use to love to drive --i would go off into another state which wasnt very far go shopping --eat out by myself--but now if i go out about 3 times a month it is just for 2 hours then i want to be home (wonky legs)
 
We took long car trips (2 days each way) to see the grandparents every summer. Four kids in the back of an old station wagon with no air conditioning.

The car would break down.

Someone would always get strep throat/step on a rusty nail/have some other assorted disaster along the way and an emergency room would have to be found.

We kids would fight constantly. Constantly. "She's looking out my window!" "She's making funny noises at me!" "She's looking at me funny!" "Moooooooommmmmmm, make her stop doing that!"

One sister got very car sick at the drop of a hat. If we were the slightest bit lucky, dad would get the car stopped in time. If we weren't....well.....

One always lost a shoe somewhere.

Nobody could get their bladders in sync. My father hated to stop but somebody always had to go to the bathroom, usually within 15 minutes of the last rest stop, hence the coffee can with the sand in it.

When a donnybrook was raging in the back seat, my mother would just reach around without looking and swat the first kid she could get at; that kid would moan loudly about how she HADN'T DONE ANYTHING!!! NO FAIR!!!. My mother would then swat another kid. Rinse and repeat.

My parents didn't believe in eating in restaurants unnecessarily (I longed for years to stop at a Stuckey's.....it looked so...interesting....years later I found out it wasn't....) Food was packed for the trip and eaten at the usual roadside park of the 1950's.....two splintery picnic tables and an overflowing trash barrel covered in flies....and bathroom facilities consisted of "behind that tree" or "on the other side of that bush".

At one point in every trip, my dad would pull over to the side of the road, get out, yell "JUST GO ON WITHOUT ME, I'M WALKING BACK HOME!!!" and we'd all jump out of the car and run down the road behind him, begging him to come back. He would and everything would be hunky-dory until the next fight broke out.

We didn't have much in the way of suitcases, so everything was packed in paper grocery sacks and cardboard boxes and put up in a tarp-covered carrier on top of the station wagon. We looked like something out of a movie about a bunch of dust-bowl refugees setting out from Oklahoma on the way to California. As I entered adolescence, I was humiliated by the way we traveled and quite often laid down on the floor of the car, hoping that nobody would see that I was with that particular traveling freak show.

I'm pretty sure that those trips had a very strong influence on my decision to have only one child.

All levity aside, I am eternally grateful that my parents took us on trips to see the grandparents, to go camping, to expose us to other ways of life. I remember so many of my friends whose parents never took them anywhere. We certainly didn't travel in style, but travel we did!
 

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