The other day I had a flashback of a road trip home from Idaho (where I was attending my freshman year of college). I had obtained my ride through use of the popular "ride board" where strangers can obtain passengers/drivers to all parts of the country. It's not safe and I would not recommend it to anyone these days, but back then (more than 15 years ago- yikes) it was a popular way of hitching a ride.
Because I don't have time to go into tireless detail, and because it is so much more fun to let your imagination take over, I am going to make it concise. The trip included the following:
A weirdo driver who wore pleated, flowy pants and a Hawaiian shirt, and who wasn't even a student at the school. There was one other passenger who would look at me like he didn't know what I meant every time I tried to exchange a "can you believe this is happening?" look.
An Eagle Talon sports car that was parked on the front lawn of said driver's house, even though the driveway was available.
Me and said passenger waiting in the driver's living room while he went to work for three hours before the trip could begin. We sat on the shells of couches that were stuffed with bed pillows instead of cushions and covered with various blankets and quilts. Don't worry, we weren't bored, we were offered an alphabetized list of various VHS recorded Bay Watch episodes to watch while the driver's mom made dinner for us in the kitchen.
A mostly raw chicken dinner.
The driver's sister and boyfriend noisily making out on the couch next to us during one of the many Bay Watch episodes.
And all this before we even started on the 10 hour journey...
1 comment:
Awesome. Just awesome. And so... so, Idaho.
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