Road trip!

…we’d take a random road that we’d never been on before and let ourselves get lost for a while…

Other than alcohol and boys our escape in college was going on a road trip. The usual road trip involved driving to New Hampshire for a couple hours to talk or listen to music, either way it was to put our papers, tests or relationships behind us for the time being.

I can’t quite tell you why this started but I do know it wouldn’t have been possible without our one friend with a car, The Fly. I heard a while ago that an important part of starting off as a freshman in college is to find a friend with a car, that couldn’t be truer. If one of our friends had a breakup or if finals were right around the corner we’d all jump in The Fly’s car and head for the New Hampshire border, which was only about 15 minutes away from our school.

We had a route we took every time and when we passed by the Welcome to New Hampshire sign we’d all scream out loud. Every once and a while we’d take a random road that we’d never been on before and let ourselves get lost for a while. One time we got so lost I remember driving past the same supermarket three times and ending up on some road in the middle of the forest as tiny frogs seemed to attack our car.

Sometimes we’d drive along with low music in the background as we vented or else we’d blast the music as loud as we could to drown out our frustration. Songs we often played were Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill, You by Candlebox or Total Eclipse of the Heart. We knew them all by heart of course.

I remember when I had my first college breakup they all dragged me out for a long drive to try to bring me out of my funk. When Phat Tony and I both had breakups at the same time we both took a drive together listening to all the anti-guys song we could think of and finally deciding they weren’t worth our time anyway.

There were even I’m sure a few drives filled with tears but as we arrived back home we were laughing instead. I miss those car rides; I think maybe I need to take more of them even if they are by myself.

4 Comments

  1. Gary

    January 27, 2006 at 9:48 am

    Nice post. Sometimes I like getting lost on the roads just to see where my journey will take me.

  2. lysie6211

    January 27, 2006 at 10:50 am

    Road trips are so fun. Why don’t I do those any more???

  3. The Fly

    January 30, 2006 at 6:50 pm

    If that car could talk, we’d all be in trouble.

    I wish life could be as simple as taking a car ride with good coffee and the best of bubs. We were always comforted by the fact the car protected our conversations from the world. No judgment. Just friends, music, laughter, the occasional tears, and sometimes a good cigarette or gloves.

    I distinctly remember one of my most favorite rides…we drove all night. My bub and I watched a foggy sunrise through the thick New Hampshire pines. It was so quiet.

    When I bought my new car, I cried the whole way home, not that I was disappointed. I just knew what I was leaving behind.

  4. Robin

    January 30, 2006 at 6:55 pm

    Thanks so much for the post bub, you have no idea what it means to me. You have exquisit words…really. I hope you take the time to write more often. Your car was definitely one of the gang back in the good ol days. That was a great car ride and a great sunrise. I get so many great ideas for stuff to write about on here just from my days in college.

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