driving games

leenah posted the 'five guilty pleasures' meme, and one of them was driving. She talked about going for rides with her dad when she was a kid, with no destination, and that totally reminded me of the Sunday drives we used to take when I was a kid. Yes, we actually went for Sunday drives. We'd go all over eastern NY State, and one time we even ended up in Massachusetts. Dad would always say, "I'm not lost! I know exactly where I am-- right here!" ;)

One of the games we'd play was 'counting cows.' You counted the cows on your side, and whoever ended up with the most cows won. Horses counted as ten cows. A cat in the window was 100 cows. If you passed a cemetery, you lost all your cows. Dad made all of this up. And he knew where all the cemeteries were, so I quickly learned to sit behind him so I'd be on his side of the car. ;)

Another thing he told us was that we had to hold our breath passing cemeteries so the ghosts wouldn't get us. So of course he'd slow down whenever we passed one. Almost killed my sister when we passed a particularly large one. We knew he was kidding, but it became a contest to see who could hold their breath the longest.

One time I was going somewhere with my old roomie, Lakshmi, and she said "I got 100 cows!" when she saw a cat in a window. Dad would be so proud.

Whenever I've moved someplace new, I'd drive around to see where the roads go, what's in the next town. I haven't been out driving for pleasure in a long time, especially since gas prices became obscene. I miss that.

driving games

leenah posted the 'five guilty pleasures' meme, and one of them was driving. She talked about going for rides with her dad when she was a kid, with no destination, and that totally reminded me of the Sunday drives we used to take when I was a kid. Yes, we actually went for Sunday drives. We'd go all over eastern NY State, and one time we even ended up in Massachusetts. Dad would always say, "I'm not lost! I know exactly where I am-- right here!" ;)

One of the games we'd play was 'counting cows.' You counted the cows on your side, and whoever ended up with the most cows won. Horses counted as ten cows. A cat in the window was 100 cows. If you passed a cemetery, you lost all your cows. Dad made all of this up. And he knew where all the cemeteries were, so I quickly learned to sit behind him so I'd be on his side of the car. ;)

Another thing he told us was that we had to hold our breath passing cemeteries so the ghosts wouldn't get us. So of course he'd slow down whenever we passed one. Almost killed my sister when we passed a particularly large one. We knew he was kidding, but it became a contest to see who could hold their breath the longest.

One time I was going somewhere with my old roomie, Lakshmi, and she said "I got 100 cows!" when she saw a cat in a window. Dad would be so proud.

Whenever I've moved someplace new, I'd drive around to see where the roads go, what's in the next town. I haven't been out driving for pleasure in a long time, especially since gas prices became obscene. I miss that.