But after the last trip I took with some pals out West, it seems that the quintessential image of a rebel without a cause, barreling down the highway with lips embracing a cigarette, top down, blasting good old rock 'n' roll is gone.
Now it's not that I know how to do a road trip better than anyone else, I just think I know. How obtuse.
I figured I would recount, more or less, the last road trip, knowing that the two Deans, James or more importantly Moriarty (of Kerouac's "On the Road") would have wanted to come along.
I've come up with my own acronym to mark the essential elements of a road trip, BMX -- bitchin' tunes, munchies and "xtras."
Bitchin' Tunes -- No trip can be had without the appropriate tunes -- a little bit of everything for everyone in the car. These serve as the fuel.
Munchies -- Food and drink are important, to say the least. One needs an adequate supply of bottled water, Snickers and Red Bull (otherwise known as liquid cocaine).
"Xtras" -- This is where you fit everything else, be it other people, things that make you think other people are in the car (a la Hunter S. Thompson) or fake people so you can utilize the HOV lane.
Now that you're up to speed, let's go.
3 p.m. Thursday -- After skipping my 12:30 class, I marvel at myself for not having had Friday classes since my freshman year. After filling up, I pop in Bebel Gilberto's Tanto Tempo, a wonderful blend of bossa nova and new electronic beats, to ease into the trip.