One afternoon last weekend, my Mister and I got into his truck and just went driving. No particular destination, no particular direction, we were simply exploring down roads we’ve never driven before.
People once took Sunday drives for fun. After church, the family would pile into the old sedan or wagon, roll the windows down, turn the radio up, and drive.
To the newer generations, that doesn’t sound fun. Just driving? No iPad or smartphone to entertain. People have to talk to each other? Watch the scenery pass by instead of catch up on shows and games? Preposterous!
Back in the day, it was multi-generational – grandma and grandpa came too. Or, like in my family history, they drove.
I can still remember how their car smelled. It always had that new car smell. I attributed that to the plastic seat covers my grandma put on the seat to keep the upholstery clean. Clear plastic covers with tiny, embossed flowers all over them
Those seats would make your legs sweat something awful and those dratted flowers would leave little red dents in the backs of your thighs… looked liked someone beat with you with a meat mallet.
But, I still miss those days. So, on pretty days, the Mister and I will pile into his truck, roll down the windows, turn on some tunes, and go for long drives, just the two of us, with no particular place to go.
“I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” ~ Robert Frost
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Using “road” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.