Is it just a Southern tradition to just take the notion to hop in the car and go for a ride and not necessarily have a specific destination in mind when you go?
Growing up we did that quite a lot. Of course gas was about 10 cents a gallon then as well. But then again, wages were MUCH lower then too.
It was one of the great joys of our childhood to be sitting around bored to tears with our three channels of nothing to watch on Sunday afternoon and have my Daddy grab the keys and jangle them and call us to the car saying"Let's go for a RIDE, young'uns!!"
Sometimes we would ride up towards the mountains. Sometimes we would go toward the lakes. Sometimes we would stop by one or both sets of Grandparents for a short visit. And during the hlidays we would do it about darkfall and
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