[Aredubjay]

Originally posted by Ron Mummert


Rather than continue the new-age tendancy to load the car with more & more techno-paraphernalia, I've decided to just park the car in the family room. Please Lord, give me back the days when we were entertained by a lousy AM radio, & the company of passengers conversing about what saw out the window while actually enjoying the "motoring" experience. Kids counted out-of-state license plates and how many Mustangs & Cougers they could spot. Pass the ESSO road map, please. Now, if I can only get this freakin' thing folded! Ron.

Amen, and pass me a pack o' "Nabs" and a "Nugrape!" Once, when counting license plates (at around the age of ten), I arrived at a theory: No one lives in Michigan. They all buy Winnebegos and traverse the country. It seemed as though Michigan always won the plate counting contest . . . I always got in trouble for playing too rough in a game of "cow punch" and screaming "pop eye" too loud. I remember falling to sleep to the hum of the road while lying in the floorboard (I was small enough and the cars were big enough) on long trips -- my sister and I would swap (the seat and the floor). Of course this younger generation will one day have their own memories of actually driving cars instead of having their particles disassembled and reassembled in another location -- ah, I remember the days . . .