Oh, friends. Road trips are The Best. Really, I think they’re slowly becoming my favorite form of travel. I love pulling over whenever I see anything interesting. I love watching the weather and landscape change as I drive. I love buying All The Cheese That Wisconsin Has To Offer.
2) “What’s your rate of Combos-eating per hour?”
3) “Isn’t that sort of dangerous?”
I’m going to ignore questions 2 and 3 (and point you to this post about roadtripping solo). Here are the totally ridiculous things I do while roadtripping.
1. Practice my southern accent
3. Listen to Actual Compact Discs that I bought in 1998
For the record, So Much For The Afterglow tooooootally stands the test of time. (Sidenote: I spent much of high school writing Everclear lyrics on white, child-sized Hanes t-shirts with a sharpie. Oh, godddddd the angst of a middle-class white girl in rural Minnesota! How could anyone understand my pain of juggling both speech team AND danceline?!)
4. Buy bags of roasted almonds. Promptly dump them all over the floor
5. Have a series of imagined conversations in which I am unfathomably witty/articulate/wise
6. Play Radio Roulette
Push the ‘scan’ button. You are now required to listen to one entire song on that station. While playing this game I spent 45 minutes listening to a weird 1940s radio drama, a teen abstinence speech, and discovered this country song that I’m now totally into.
7. Pull over whenever I see anything interesting
Feel smug and joyful. Thus far, ‘interesting things’ have included: the covered bridges of southern Indiana, an awesome diner that charges $3.18 for breakfast and only accepts cash, the hilariously named Butt Drugs, The Shrine To The Passion of The Christ (an outdoor attraction that features bronze statues depicting the story of the crucifixion, accompanied by an audio guide – also: they sell scented candles and caramel corn), The Colonel Sanders museum. So much awesome stuff! So much more to go!
By the time you read this, I’ll be in Asheville, NC eating my way through the city, knee-deep in hippies.