It's actually been a few years since I went on a road trip, a proper, state leaving road trip. I used to go on at least one every summer, in the company of one or other of the two girls, not related to me, most suited to tolerating me for that long. It's not for the faint of heart...
So, there are a number of things that aren't actually all that glamorous about driving for several hours in my little red Accent. The fact that it is a little car, with no cruise control, and I have quite long legs. The storage capacity is surprisingly not a problem. George and I successfully got everything we needed for a two night/three day camping trip in her. I like to take credit for this. The driving part is only a problem for a tiny percentage of the journey- also surprisingly if you've ever ridden anywhere with me during bad traffic. I hate traffic, but I actually quite like driving. Chilling on the freeway is a good time, unless you get a bit carried away in the view of a waiting speed trap (damn you Yakima, WA!).
I'm looking forward to going again, even though I'm driving alone this time (so no, you can't use this information to safely rob my home- there will still be people there). I'm going to miss out on getting dodgy, overpriced motel rooms, in exchange for spending approx. 11 hours on the road. I think that will be the longest I've driven in a day, not by a ton, but by an hour or two.
I think it's going to be good times. Hey, during the drive maybe I'll even hammer out some ideas for "The Mediocre American Novel" that I've been promising for so many years.
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