noflyingfan
11-22-2004, 08:13 PM
I did this once on the other board, but I figured I'd do it here too to put things in perspective for those who would rather drive than fly.
I'm in Pennsylvania for the week, spending Thanksgiving with my family, then going to my sister's wedding over the weekend in a town about three hours away. It was waaaaay too expensive to fly to my hometown (little airport and holiday weekend = $800 round trip ticket), so my boyfriend and I drove the 10 hour trip yesterday. This is how it went.
We left the house about 8 a.m., stopped at the gas station to put air in the tires and then stopped at the bank to get cash for tolls and gas. We really got going about 8:20, 8:30 ish. At 9:20, we entered Indiana. That took about two hours to drive through, then we went into Ohio. No offense to anyone who lives there, but I hate Ohio. There's nothing good to look at on I-80, and it takes FOREVER to get through. Luckily, traffic wasn't too bad, the weather was okay, and we didn't hit much construction.
When my boyfriend and I switched places (I'd been driving, he drove the rest of the way) about five hours into the trip, it occurred to me that, had I flown, I would have been at home -- or almost, depending on layovers -- by now.
I pulled out a book and started reading (I am one of few people who can read in a car and not get sick, but don't be jealous, because that's about the only thing in this world that doesn't make me get sick). But after awhile, it got dark. By the way, the book is about a girl who is afraid to fly, gets drunk before boarding a plane, and in some severe turbulence, decides she's a goner and in her drunken state spills all of her life's little secrets (nothing major, just the little things we all keep from each other) to the guy in the next seat. She gets to work the next Monday and finds out that guy is actually the owner of her company. That'll teach you to drink before a flight.
Anyway, we got to my parents house about 7:30 Eastern Time, about 10 hours after we'd left Chicago. My butt was sore, and I had a bunch of crap to unload from the car, because since we had a car and could load it up full, we did. It was so much easier to fly with a little bag and backpack.
On Friday morning, we're leaving first thing for my sister's. That's a three hour drive. From her town, it's about 7 (I'm guessing) to Akron, Ohio, where we're visiting a friend Sunday, then another 6 on Monday back to Chicago. That's a lot of driving.
And I have to do this again at Christmas!
I'm in Pennsylvania for the week, spending Thanksgiving with my family, then going to my sister's wedding over the weekend in a town about three hours away. It was waaaaay too expensive to fly to my hometown (little airport and holiday weekend = $800 round trip ticket), so my boyfriend and I drove the 10 hour trip yesterday. This is how it went.
We left the house about 8 a.m., stopped at the gas station to put air in the tires and then stopped at the bank to get cash for tolls and gas. We really got going about 8:20, 8:30 ish. At 9:20, we entered Indiana. That took about two hours to drive through, then we went into Ohio. No offense to anyone who lives there, but I hate Ohio. There's nothing good to look at on I-80, and it takes FOREVER to get through. Luckily, traffic wasn't too bad, the weather was okay, and we didn't hit much construction.
When my boyfriend and I switched places (I'd been driving, he drove the rest of the way) about five hours into the trip, it occurred to me that, had I flown, I would have been at home -- or almost, depending on layovers -- by now.
I pulled out a book and started reading (I am one of few people who can read in a car and not get sick, but don't be jealous, because that's about the only thing in this world that doesn't make me get sick). But after awhile, it got dark. By the way, the book is about a girl who is afraid to fly, gets drunk before boarding a plane, and in some severe turbulence, decides she's a goner and in her drunken state spills all of her life's little secrets (nothing major, just the little things we all keep from each other) to the guy in the next seat. She gets to work the next Monday and finds out that guy is actually the owner of her company. That'll teach you to drink before a flight.
Anyway, we got to my parents house about 7:30 Eastern Time, about 10 hours after we'd left Chicago. My butt was sore, and I had a bunch of crap to unload from the car, because since we had a car and could load it up full, we did. It was so much easier to fly with a little bag and backpack.
On Friday morning, we're leaving first thing for my sister's. That's a three hour drive. From her town, it's about 7 (I'm guessing) to Akron, Ohio, where we're visiting a friend Sunday, then another 6 on Monday back to Chicago. That's a lot of driving.
And I have to do this again at Christmas!