Who has taken a road trip?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Ever got in the car, motorcycle, or hitched and just hit the road with no definite destination?

When I was 20 I was flunking out in college and had no interest in continuing school but didn’t know what to do. This guy I was rooming with sold me on the idea of going hitchhiking as he had done it before. I bought a backpack, got a ride from a friend out to the freeway and took off. I hitched from the middle of Iowa to Colorado and then to Phoenix. In Phoenix one of my rides gave me my first exposure to gays as a car with two men snuggling in the front seat and two women snuggling in the back picked me up. I then headed to San Diego where I stayed with a Navy Seal who gave me a ride. After a day or two I hitched up towards San Francisco. Outside Bakersfield, California I got picked up by this young looking guy with his shirt unbuttoned to the third button and this older looking woman who was very flirty. I rode with them for about 60 miles as they drove 80 to 90 miles an hour down the freeway flirting and swearing at each other the whole time. When they let me out the woman said she ran a whorehouse and the man was her pimp. When I got to the Bay Area I looked up some friends in Berkley and got drunk and made a big pass at some guy’s girlfriend. The next day when I woke up sober I realized how dumb I had been and high-tailed it out of there and back on the road. From Berkley I headed up through Salt Lake City and into Wyoming. In Wyoming 2 chicks in a Volkswagen Beetle picked me up and I rode with them for 3 days till they let me out in Kansas. They both had been living in Oregon and raved about it, so when I got back to Iowa finally after 15 days on the rode hitchhiking, I packed everything I owned into a U-Haul trailer and moved to Eugene, Oregon where I lived for the next 10 years.

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**Me! Me! I’m over here! **

Just dying to tell my road trip story.

Wait, let me find the album of … Damn?

Let me get back to you, OK?
We’ll swap photos of Volkswagen Beetles.
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Road trip.

Ahh, the smell of diesel exhaust in the morning when you stay at a truckstop!

The taste of gravel when you spin out leaving the roadhouse!

And two chicks, you say?
Did you notice which way they were last headed?

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Funny you should ask. I just returned from a trip. I went from San Antonio to Houston to visit a good friend and meet some fellow dopers, :smiley: , around Houston including Hobby airport to pick up another friend to also visit with the first, up to Austin so he could pick up his rental car from the airport there, then on up to Ft Hood, stayed there 3 nights visiting him when he wasn’t in class, and came back home on Wed. And this was one of my shorter trips too.

I will be traveling with my kids to Idaho in July to visit VB and family; and possibly to Tn. in Nov. to visit another friend before he gets orders for overseas again.

I have spent most of my life moving, being a military brat, and one of the best was when my dad got orders for the Philippines while we were up in Maine. We had a Volkswagon Campmobile, and spent a whole month traveling all up and down the US on our way to Ca. to catch a plane to the PI. I’ll fill in the details of that trip if anyone wants to hear. I was 12 at the time, and where I got my wanderlust from, no doubt.

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Road trips are good for the soul, particularly when you aren’t on a schedule, and you can stop to see the World’s Biggest Ball of String, and the snake farm.

Iswote, yours was more adventurous than would suit me – I’m surprised you remember the details after 26 years.

My last one was Iowa to Colorado Springs in 1994. Hubby used to be a truck driver, so we left the maps at home. He knew all the best places to eat, and I had my first taste of prime rib. Yummmmmmmmmmy!

The highlight was a roadside attraction called Bear Country, a wildlife park. Did you know that young bears will form a conga line and suck on each other’s ears?