In honor of Memorial weekend, we celebrate the horribly hilarious family road trips that could only result from the no seatbelt laws from our childhood.
Our family car was a single cab truck. So with two older brothers that meant I always had to sit on someone’s lap. My dad took the three of us on a five-hour road trip and to solve the lack of seats, he threw a mattress in the truck bed along with a few blankets and pillows. We went down the interstate laying on the mattress, clutching the blankets to keep them from flying away, and having a total blast.
My poor friend’s family went on a cross-country two-week road trip in their eight-passenger van. The only problem was there were ten of them including a new baby and all their stuff. Before they started her mother gave out shoe boxes to each kid and told them that was all the space they had for personal belongings. My friend’s assigned seat in the car: the cooler.
Share your most hilariously bad road trip.