Road Trip Routine
The youngest of four kids, I usually found myself stuck between my siblings in the backseat of our old ’64 Cadillac Coupe DeVille when my family went on vacation. I remember Dad putting suitcases in the back floorboard to make a bed for the first sleepy kid. Two others stretched out opposite each other on the backseat, while I fit perfectly under the rear window. Back then, we weren’t concerned about seat belts.
Usually our trips began with the same routine. Had everyone used the bathroom? Did everyone eat something before leaving? Dad never wanted to stop or pay to feed four growing kids once we were on the road. About 10 miles outside town, Dad would put the gas pedal to the floor and roar down the highway. As my mom told him to slow down, Dad would look at her with a grin on his face and say, “Mother, you have to blow the cobwebs out of an engine!” All of us kids would scream, “Faster, Dad, faster!”
About an hour into the drive, at least one of us would lean over the front seat and ask the question, “How much farther now?” The answer was always, “Not much. Why don’t you take a nap, and when you wake up we will be there.”
Along the way we would spot advertisements for sights and places of interest like caves or amusement parks. A kid would beg, “Let’s go see that!” But every time, Dad flew right by.
The only unplanned stops that old Caddy took were at rivers, lakes and streams. Dad, an avid angler, always had a fishing pole in the car. From Colorado to Canada, almost every vacation we took was near a lake full of northern pike and walleye. We did manage to see Yellowstone Park, Mount Rushmore, Silver Dollar City and a few other fishing-free sights. No matter where we ended up, though, our trips were always a blast.
Tina Scott • Clinton, Missouri
On weekends when we lived near Santa Maria, California, my husband and I would take our two boys (pictured at left) around the area to see the sights. During one such drive in 1964, we were traveling down Highway 101 to visit friends in Van Nuys. Of course, Steven and Douglas were in the backseat fussing with each other, not paying attention to the scenery outside the window. Finally, I turned around and said, “Sit up and look out, you might see an elephant!” just to get their attention.
About that same time, a big stock truck came toward us on the opposite side of the road. I couldn’t believe it when I saw a huge elephant looking up over the side of the truck! That really got their attention.
From then on, whenever the boys weren’t taking in the view, my husband or I would tell them to look out for elephants. We’d all have a good laugh—and still do to this day.
Iva Metz • Bothell, Washington