He likes to hit the road, Jack. Make a new plan, Stan.
He enjoys when the truckers honk their horns for him. HONK. HONK. In fact, he's a little bummed when they don't. He takes charge of the radio and finds local stations wherever we are. I put him in charge of the cell phones so I can watch the road. He loves it. We pick up road food snacks or bring our own along.
We've made road trips to Milwaukee to see the Brewers play, the Chicago area to play with baby cousin, Lake Superior to see a great show, and more.
Last week we took advantage of a long weekend and traveled to see Amigo's girlfriend.
Yes, girlfriend. He wanted to visit and bring her a birthday gift instead of waiting until they were back at school on Monday. Since we enjoy our Mom-Amigo time on the road, I said "Sure, why not?" and we strapped on our seat belts and hit the highways.
We had a few mishaps. MapQuest picked a rather odd route, and I didn't like the back roads it chose. I didn't have a cell phone charger because I was driving Chuck's Saturn, so I waited until the last moment to turn on my phone's GPS. The GPS Navigator sucks up battery energy like a Green Bay Packers fan sucking down beers - in other words, a lot and very quickly. I really didn't want to be without phone for the way home. When we reached the right street, we circled three times before finding the right house.
Finally, we got there.
Girlfriend's sisters were there. Girlfriend's grandma was there. Grandma was a woman after my own heart; she had set up a sewing project in the kitchen so she could watch anything and everything the two lovebirds might have in mind. In fact, I felt safe leaving Amigo there for a bit while I visited a nearby big-city mall and thrift store to do some early holiday shopping.
I think Amigo would have stayed for hours, and the girls and Grandma would have kept him. I, however, felt the need to go home, so we packed up and hit the road again.
The ramblin' young man made his girlfriend feel special, I got to meet her family, and we had a relaxing day on the lovely autumn highways.
I think I'll call it a success, Les.