Joys of a Road Trip

I love a road trip--a real road trip, one that requires a mix tape CD iPod full of rockin' songs (nothing slow or you're asleep at the wheel), Combos, and a Diet Cherry Coke.  If you can stay off the interstate, all the better.  Hurrying to your destination defeats the purpose of a good road trip.  And no GPS.  GPS on a vacation is a mini van full of grumpy kids and harried parents, both desperate to get to the destination so they can get away from each other again.  You know the vehicles I'm talking about.  The ones that weave a bit because the Dad is trying to swat at the kid behind him who won't stop kicking the seat.  All the while, the Dad is threatening to pull the van over if the kids don't stop fighting.  

Road tripping is good alone or with friends.  Of course, should you choose to venture out with friends, they have to be carefully selected.  The wrong mix can ruin a road trip (and a friendship).  The person who falls asleep when you pull out of the driveway and doesn't wake until you pull into your destination should be left at home.  So to should someone with wildly differing music tastes.  Being subjected to your pal's favorite country croonings when you are a heavy metal fan will make even the shortest trip like a tooth extraction without novocaine.   I've got a trip coming up.  I'm getting my Combos, Diet Coke, and my trusty Rand McNalley map together.  Next post will be from the road.