The first thing that comes to my mind is the time when we were driving to California (I think) when I was probably around 7ish. We were on a really bumpy road and Nathan and I were starting to feel sick. Mom held up a garbage can in front of us just in case. Well, one of us (I can't remember which, we'll say it was Nathan) couldn't hold it in anymore and started throwing up. As soon as I saw his barf in the can, I couldn't help but let some out myself. So we were throwing up in the same garbage can at the same time. How pleasant that must have been for the others in the car!
I also remember when we lived in St. George that we would always tell Dad to "coast" down the hill on our street.
I know these don't really have to do with the actual car, especially since I can't remember which cars we had at these times, but this will have to do.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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Mmmmm...yummy. Strangely enough, I don't remember this. I do remember driving in the canyon with Grandma and Grandpa R one time and someone losing it. Was it you John? But I don't remember this time.
Oh yes, this is an incident Dad and I talk about on occasion. It was a road like a rollercoaster.
The other time it was John, after eating grapes. Grandpa always said it served him right for feeding him the grapes in the canyon. I believe it was John who also lost it after drinking orange soda one time. Now that was a clean-up challenge.
I remember this. I particularly remember that you (or maybe Nathan) were in the back seat and had to stand up and lean over the seat to get it in to the garbage can that Mom was holding over the middle seat.
I LOVED that road, I was so sad when they repaved it and made it so flat.
It was a blue 1990 Ford Aerostar the first of four Aerostars that we had. We traded in the 1978 Dodge Desert Storm van. This trip would have taken place in 1991.
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