What are some of your best road trip stories? Really crazy things you can't believe you did? I'll start with one that happened to someone else I know: He and his friends were going to school somewhere in east Tennessee (?). One weekend night, somebody mentioned how good the pizza was in Chicago and how much he missed it. So they all decided to get in the car and drive 11 hours to Chicago, on the spur of the moment. Of course, it was 5 in the morning when they got there; you can get pizza 24 hours a day, but not necessarily the good pizza, as they found out. Then they turned around and drove 11 hours to get back home...
me my brother and some friends all went down to Padre for a weekend on the beach but all we got was burnt and sand in every crack possible. Anyway we all smelt like **** (we slept on the beach) and started the looong trip home expecting to get home at about 10 pm. My brother me and one other kid, the only three that can read maps as it turn out all took our turns driving and fell asleep. big mistake! We left the 2 biggest morons driving the rest of the way expecting to get home at a reasonable hour. When we finally woke up the #@$&ing morons had driven us 50 miles through and past San Antonio. We got home at about 2 and I vow to never go to Padre again
OK, in college, my roommate and I were slightly under the influence of something illegal. I say slightly because we were "ok" to drive. After the Super Bowl where the Giants beat Buffalo thanks to "wide right" Norwood, my roommate and I noticed that one of our friends left his keys to his car on our couch. (he didnt drive there, he just had his house keys and car keys on the same ring...but he was able to get into his house/apt because the guys he lived with were there as well...we lived in the same apt complex...i had to clear that up so you understood how he didnt notice his keys were gone). Well, my roommate and I had a hankerin' for a certain pizza place in NYC (we were in school at Maryland...3 1/2 hrs away). We took this guys car to NYC to eat at our favorite pizza place but it didnt end there. It was 2:30 in the morning after we ate and we decided to play a little joke on the guy whose car we had. We drove his car to his house in Long Island and parked it on his parent's front lawn. We then called a cab, had the cab take us to Penn Station in NY and took the train back to Maryland. To this day, he has no idea who did it. True story.
I have some wild road trip stories, but as too not offend anyone or endorse any immoral and illegal behavior, i'll just say there were some GOOD times, but i'd probably never do them again... PROBABLY. the road trips were to Mexico and South Padre over spring break back in college.
My mother-in-law once drove from Chattanooga TN to Chicago IL to visit us for a day. Left one morning, arrived in the evening, slept, woke in the morning and drove back home. Weird. During summer vacation, my brother-in-law, his girlfriend and two friends drove from Boston to California. In Cleveland, OH, he called to inform us he'd be stopping in Chicago to visit us. He's the sort to drive day and night, so we were expecting him at about 6 am the next morning. We finally hear from him around 11 am. He's almost reached the Illinois border but he has to turn around and go back because they lost his girlfriend somewhere after Cleveland. As it turned out, one girl was driving as the other four were sleeping. The driver stopped at a Dunk'n Donuts near the Ohio-Indiana border to go to the bathroom. The girlfriend woke up a couple minutes later and also went to the bathroom. The driver returned to the car, neglected to count heads and drove off. The girlfriend was in a bad spot since she'd left everything in the car: phone numbers, money and I think her shoes. Fortunately, the Donut people were nice, let her hang out and eat donuts for free. We called the girlfriend's mother to see if she'd called. My brother-in-law called the Indiana state troopers, but they searched the area with dogs instead of actually checking back up the road to see where she may have been lost. Eventually the girlfriend called her mother, who called us. My brother-in-law then called us and the group was re-united (of course, the girlfriend would later break up with my brother-in-law and flee to New Hampshire, but that's another story).
When I'm to be in a car with other people for 3+ hrs, I must obligatory say something stupid the first 5 minutes so that I feel dumb the whole trip.
Don't have any good stories, but I love road trips. We were so delirious after driving and staying up for 13 hours going to Omaha last month that we all thought Offutt Air Force Base was pronounced like "oh ****", but with a 't' instead of 'ck' that we laughed for the last 30 minutes of the drive. RM95's Girl and I drove all the way to West Palm Beach after we got in a fight in Talahassee over which hotel we were going to stay at. Of course, there's always those getting naked in the middle of night, middle of nowhere stories.
Seems like I'm always on the road... guess it's better than sitting around the house, though one of these days I'm afraid we're going to overdo it. For instance, often we get a late start (or want to stay in one place and see stuff before moving on to the next) and don't get to where we're going until 1 or 2 a.m. Which is OK - we stay up that late anyway - but lately it's been more like 3 or 4 a.m. (Thank goodness for coffee and Mountain Dew.) Once we were driving to El Paso from Alamogordo, N.M. - not that far, but my husband decided to take the "scenic route" which was "more direct". Of course, after two hours of driving in the middle of nowhere, we find out that the road goes through a military reservation and we are not allowed to continue on it. There's nothing to do except go back - all the way back (there aren't too many roads in those parts, so there was no way to cut over to the highway). Otherwise, lots of "running late", "getting somewhat lost", and "driving way too late at night" stories. On the way to the Grand Canyon with a bunch of people, we were driving straight through the night, taking turns. Since I was a night owl, I'd volunteered to drive one of the funny shifts, but I was too excited to sleep. The guy in front of me in the rotation always wanted to prove that he could drive longer, go further, be more extreme than everybody else, so he didn't give up the wheel to me until 3:30. The person in the front seat who was supposed to stay awake with me - didn't. I quickly found out that West Texas is boring in the middle of the night, and driving through it can get old fast. Of course, I was sleep-deprived, but I was the youngest person on the trip and was determined to prove I could hang with the big girls and boys. I was fine until about 6:15 when my eyes started to cross. Everything looked weird and surreal. I managed to make it to the next gas station, when it was time to switch up anyway. I also have a few stories about lapsing in and out of sleep between Dallas and Hillsboro, where there is nothing. (Trust me - pull over and take a nap, and if it's late go ahead and buy some strong caffeine before you leave civilization.)
My last road trip (Houston to Nuevo Laredo) got me married. I was closing the bar one saturday night and 3 customers were hanging out looking for something to do. I say customers but they were more like friends. Anyway, we ended up pilling into his well stocked van, drove by the ladies' homes for over night clothes and hit the road. Although we looked like two couples, none of us ever dated and didn't consider this trip a date. We just wanted a "Fandango" experience. Coupleness happened an hour down the road because of the seating and Mr. Cuervo Gold. Funny what happens when you mix alcohol, a long road trip in a van, and Mexico. I ended up marrying her four months later. Although we're no longer married, we both enjoy talking about that trip. RR
My last "trip" was about 15 years ago. We were in Matamoros for a drink or dround Wednesday at some sleezy club/bar. My cousins friend was asked to hold all the acid to be sold there. I was hanging with him. We kept asking each other if either of us felt it yet and the answer was always no, so we kept eating tabs. The last thing I remember was being escorted down the Main avenida in Matamoros at 3 in the morning towards the bridge back across to Brownsville by a truck full of Mexican soldiers with machine guns at around 60 MPH. We were laughing our as$ses off with the sunroof open.
