Money may not buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.
— Francoise Sagan
Today’s Writing Group prompt: Talk about a car trip you’ve been on. Do you like to travel by car? Do you prefer to drive or be a passenger?
We drive to and from Detroit about twice a year. We always take David’s car (since it’s his family we go to see) and he usually drives the whole way. Car trips make me tired; I’m usually asleep before we hit Pennsylvania (we come from Northern Virginia). We play this license plate game that we picked up at the LL Bean in Freeport on our way home from our honeymoon to pass the time. David thinks it’s unfair to have to suspend the game when I nap, so the deal is, he keeps track of the ones he saw while I was asleep and then if I find them twice before he finds them again, I get them. Otherwise, he gets them. He always wins.
I love taking car trips, especially by myself. I sing as loud as I can to my iPod and car dance and don’t care what anyone around me thinks.
I’ve never been on a “movie road trip,” you know, you and your girls with the top down, music up, back seat full of snacks and drinks. But I do own The Bad Girl’s Guide to the Open Road, which I’ve read cover to cover. That counts, right? Maybe when we turn 50, me and Aimee and Karen will ditch our husbands and kids and finally take that trip.
Hear Me in the Harmony 