In fairness, every car really was a wood-paneled station wagon back then. It's hard to explain how different the roads were.
I know both of my parents used punch cards in college, but it was their masters degrees (for teaching) when they got this chance, I think. They would have gone back in the late 70s, I think.
Our wood-paneled V8 beast was epic with my seat in the back to check out where we'd been. Every summer we'd pile in and see how far up the coast we could drive, staying in Motels right across from the beach. My mom would stockpile all the little bars of soap. Motels are another legacy of those old roads. If the NO sign wasn't lit, so the neon just read VACANCY, in we went.
My folks and I went on pretty scarce road trips, although we did see our family in a city about an hour's drive away (more like an hour and a half before the interstate was complete) on the regs. That 1.5 hours felt interminable!
In fairness, every car really was a wood-paneled station wagon back then. It's hard to explain how different the roads were.
I know both of my parents used punch cards in college, but it was their masters degrees (for teaching) when they got this chance, I think. They would have gone back in the late 70s, I think.
Our wood-paneled V8 beast was epic with my seat in the back to check out where we'd been. Every summer we'd pile in and see how far up the coast we could drive, staying in Motels right across from the beach. My mom would stockpile all the little bars of soap. Motels are another legacy of those old roads. If the NO sign wasn't lit, so the neon just read VACANCY, in we went.
My folks and I went on pretty scarce road trips, although we did see our family in a city about an hour's drive away (more like an hour and a half before the interstate was complete) on the regs. That 1.5 hours felt interminable!
Yeah, I have no idea how we kept entertained with no screens.
Very vivid imaginations.