Road Trips

Man, I think you needed to switch to decaf.

 

Longest car trip -- personal -- Atlantic City to Louisville in less than 14 hours, including stops for gas (twice), lunch and dinner.

Longest car trip -- business -- Louisville to Norman, OK -- with an added 250 miles to it because I didn't realize I left my check for the hotel in my office until I got to Evansville.

 

Georgia to California, 2,500 miles in four days.

 

So gizz-stained undies in my bag is OK?

That would be funny, in a warped way, if someone I liked did it. No way it was funny with this walking STD. Don't regret a thing from how I handled that situation, other than not running him over.

 

Well, I wouldn't stress myself out by continuing to expend energy making everyone else's trip (including your own) more miserable.

 

Gizz-stained undies in a bag is never OK.
Weird, I was in Little Rock the day the OKC bombing happened. I had been speaking at a college newspaper convention in not-lovely Pine Bluff that morning and I was driving home when I heard it on the radio.

I'm going to Ocean City, New Jersey this summer for a wedding and I thought about driving. Mapquest said it would be about 28 hours one-way. I gave it some thought since OC is like the hardest place to get to on earth. But I went the flying/train/bus route instead. Fly to Philly, train to Atlantic City, shuttle bus to OC. Coming soon will be a thread on what to do in Philly/Atlantic City/Ocean City, but later.

 

Hey, I pointed out the misery wasn't ALL his fault. But you try keeping your cool when you first drove thru the night on little sleep and then spent another 16 hours in the same cramped car with four guys.

Thank you.

 

My longest non-stop drive: Colorado Springs, Colo., to Seattle. I'm not sure I'd do it again.

I also did a road trip of ballgames in Milwaukee, Chicago (both Cubs and Sox), Cleveland, Detroit, Toronto, Cincinnati and Pittsburgh in 10 days. It was great, but I'm not sure I'd do it again either.

 

If I were traveling with a group of friends, and my best friend did that with his undies to a guy I am not close with . . . . I'd still help hide the body after the gizz boy got what he deserved.

That is unbelieveably inhuman.

And I think buckweaver is the winner of this thread.

My longest trips:

Indiana to Florida (non-stop), Ford escort packed to the brim. Indiana to New York City (non-stop) with five people in a small sports car. California to Missouri.

It's not a long trip, but Los Angeles to San Francisco is an 8-hour drive that feels like 2, and has enough scenery to be like an entire week of driving the Midwest.

Ah, journalism.

 

BYH,

TRAVEL ALONE (or with the wife/GF). Amything else is trouble.

Edit: I traveled from Indiana to Florida with everything I could fit into my car, including two dogs. No big deal.

 

Preach on, brother. I won't travel with anyone else. I'm still a bundle of nerves on vacation with my wife, but she can handle that because she's a saint and won't hold a grudge.

I forgot to mention we went away with another couple about three years ago and I got into a huge fight the next-to-last night with the other woman in the group. We're cool now, but I just don't travel well with others.

 

One of my longest road trips was from South Carolina up to Virginia to pick up my buddy and then back down to the Florida Keys. I left SC at midnight after work, got to Virginia around 4 a.m., where I had hoped to hook up with an ex but it didn't work out , so my buddy and I then left for the Keys at 5 and arrived somewhere around 3 p.m., where we checked into a hotel and then got our drink on.

Roughly 24 hours after I left SC the first time (and no sleep): I was in a bar getting ready to fight a rather large guy who didn't like one of my smartass comments when my friend comes up (paying no mind to the guy getting ready to bash my brains in :) and asks me for cab fare so he can take a rather large bartender back to her house. I tell the guy preparing to bash my brains in that I need a moment to run to the ATM. I sprint to the ATM three bars down, grab the cash, and then bring it back to my buddy. I then go back to the bar where the guy is preparing to bash my brains in and tell the guy, "OK, I'm ready." He laughs, says he admires my confidence and that I'm not a pussy afterall. I then pull out a wrinkled joint some drunken local had given me for god knows why and then me, the guy who wanted to bash my brains, and his asshole buddy I made the remark about go out back in an alley and smoke it.

I made it back to the hotel at like 5 a.m., and slept until 7 p.m., when we went and hit the bars again. 8)