Since May 1, I’ve been on three car trips — the longest covered nearly 2,000 miles and the shortest covered about 400 miles.
Travel stinks. It isn’t easy, and I’m not sure it is always worth it.
I’ve always loved experiencing new places. But, getting there always has challenges. Here are a few of my random observations about our recent stints in the car.
Gas prices. Monday we drove back to southern Indiana from West Lafayette. The price of a gallon of gas varied town by town all the way down the left-hand side of the state. We found our winner in Crawfordsville at $3.54 where every other Hoosier traveler also bought gas, so there was a wait.
Down the street, gas was 20 cents more.
We also witnessed one of my pet peeves. My husband growls at me when I bring this up. He is the better person. He gives the offender the benefit of the doubt.
This drives me nuts. When you pull into a busy gas station while traveling, I hate it when the person who just finished pumping gas leaves his car and runs in. The car sits there empty while there’s a line behind his car.
Coming out with his Copenhagen chaw and his Mountain Dew, he is still utterly oblivious to the line waiting for a pump.
Can I get an “Amen” now or am I out of line? (That was a terrible pun, and I apologize.) Naturally I’m so stressed that I have to go inside and buy Sugar Babies and a Diet Coke (the staple snack of the truly ignorant.)
Directions. You can’t fully trust the GPS, so for the longest car trip I ordered maps from a travel service. While trying to find our hotel in Charleston, West Virginia, we got lost and circled the arrival/departure points at the Charleston Airport. That was truly special, but this time it wasn’t our fault.