- At least two of my friends have had a headlight fall OUT of their rental car while traveling.
- We got pulled over once for traveling the wrong way down a one-way street. In front of the police station. (Although I wasn’t driving that time!)
- I’ve had a friend discover that the rear bumper had been mysteriously removed from and then poorly reattached to their car. (They finally decided it had gotten knocked off in a parking garage and that the person responsible reattached the bumper so the damage wouldn’t be noticed until later.)
- I’ve gotten food poisoning while on a road trip.
- Our defroster has gone out, forcing us to invest in one of those dashboard heaters that plug into the cigarette lighter. (Let me tell you, they don’t work as well as you need them to!)
- Something had come loose in the engine and knocked out one of our cylinders. Cars do NOT run well without all their cylinders!
- I’ve hit ice, ice, and more ice…on a road trip that wasn’t even supposed to be cold!
- My windshield wiper has fallen off the car while in use. The snow was coming down so heavily that I was instantly blind without it. Luckily I’d just started taking an exit off the freeway and was able to get my window down and see enough to pull to the side without getting hit. That one got my heart pumping!
- A friend of mine was on a police chase years ago (he was the one doing the chasing, thankfully), and his car ran right over a skunk. The smell was so atrocious they wouldn’t let him into the police station when he got back.
- I’ve been in a motorhome whose drive shaft fell off while going down the road. Literally fell off.
“I’m going to have to go get the other one out of the attic,” she said with a sigh, hoping her son would volunteer to climb up in there and retrieve it for her.
Instead, he nodded and asked, “You want me to pull the ladder down for you?” She grinned to herself as she nodded. They had a regular battle about the attic. Neither of them liked going up there. Since he’d gone up to retrieve all the Christmas decorations earlier in the month, she’d let him have the victory this time.
After Avery scaled the creaky ladder up into the attic, she scanned the web-dusted contents, quickly locating the suitcase she needed. It was older and more faded than the green one, and it had a rust-and-mustard-colored seventies floral pattern on it. At least no one will try to steal it.
As she dragged the suitcase with its one broken wheel across the attic floor, a cloud of who-knew-what gently puffed up into the air around her. Then she got a mouthful of it and started coughing, which led to more grime and dust billowing into the air. That, of course, led to more coughing.
Avery lost her balance and started to fall out of the attic opening, but the suitcase blocked her way enough to pause her descent, giving her time to reach out and grab the back of an old chair that had been in the attic longer than they’d lived in the house. The suitcase wasn’t so lucky. It fell zipper-over-wheel down the attic ladder and landed with a loud thud on the carpeted floor below.
By the time Avery pulled herself back to her feet and made her way down the ladder, she expected to find Eli standing there wondering where his dinner was. Alas, her teen was blissfully unaware of her near-death-by-attic experience. He was in his room listening to his MP3 player. It’s for the best. I wouldn’t want him to pull a muscle laughing at me.
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6 thoughts on “Worst Road Trip Ever by Heather Gray”
This was a delightful post. I chuckled along with the examples of bad road trips and reflected on some of mine. There probably weren’t many laughs in the moment, but time does heal those wounds. This sounds like a very enjoyable book. So glad you shared it.
We all have those “moments” on road trips/vacations. It’s what makes them memorable. 🙂 Thanks for commenting, Tina.
Thank you for stopping by Tina! I don’t always laugh at everything in the moment either. The measure of how much humor I find in any given situation is directly correlated to how much sleep I had the night before and how hungry I am. (Hint: Lack of sleep and lack of food make for a very cranky me, and nothing’s funny when I’m cranky!) Have a great day!!
Great post, Heather. My worst roadtrip was when I was on the way to Cornwall with my first husband when my girls were small. The brakes when on the car just as we were going downhill with a full trailer on the back. Real scary I can tell you but made it safe.
Oh, that would be scary. Thanks for posting Karen.
I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs Karen! I’ve never been very good as a “silent passenger”. I can just imagine how your heart must have been racing! So glad you all made it to the bottom safely!! 🙂
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