wrote about her car, named "Vegas", as a part of the AW Chain, and it made me chuckle because my mom names all her cars too. Let me see, growing up there were: Peppermint, Calais, Bearcat, Trusty...but the most memorable for me was Blue Streak, a 1973 Midas motor home that transported us to 47 states in a 10-year timespan. The photo has Blue Streak in the background at Bear Tooth Pass. I'm on the right.
In my late teens, Blue Streak pulled a horse trailer. I competed in shows throughout Wisconsin, and as far away as Ohio, Texas -- even Walla Walla, Washington. I’ll never forget the summer after I got my license. We crossed the Continental Divide with me in the driver’s seat. I wondered how many 16-year-olds had ever done that. She was a single mom, so my ability to drive was a great help on long journeys.
Now, over thirty years after my first trip with my mom, I’ve started traveling with my own daughter, while Dad and Curt go fishing in
Canada. She picks the destination -- last year we traveled to the Chesapeake Bay, for one amazing week. She was only eight -- about the same age as I am in the photo -- so she clearly wasn't driving, but she was my map-reader. Our rented Mustang showed its prowess in the numerous U-turns we made for mistakes in navigation.
This summer we're planning another trip. She's chosen Mackinac Island, which doesn't allow cars at all. But she says she doesn't really care where we go.
“I just want us to go together,” she says.
I guess where you’re going doesn’t matter as much as who’s with you on the journey.
For a funny story, check out this article from Australian writer, Susan Stephenson: "The Driving Lesson."
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