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Ha, Ha, Hilarious Holiday Road Trips!

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It’s that time of year. Thousands and thousands of people will soon embark upon cross-country car treks, international flights, and long-distance train rides be home for the holidays. Thankfully, my husband and I live near all of our family and don’t have to travel this year. Yet when I was growing up, traveling in November and December was commonplace. BlogHer and Sprint teamed up to bring together some of the craziest, most eventful, most unforgettable holiday road trip stories ever. There was no doubt what I would write about. Though I was just 10 years old, the memory of one particular trip is crystal clear.

My dad served in the U.S. Army for a large span of my childhood. One of our stations was at Fort Polk, Louisiana, nearly 900 miles from South Carolina, the state both of my parents call home. During the three years of our being stationed at Polk, we made several trips back and forth between there and my grandparents’ house in S.C.

Only one of the 14-hour trips was taken by plane. Our usual mode of transportation was our minivan. Dad and Mom would wake up my sister and me in the early morning hours to begin our trek home. We would usually make it in time to sit down to supper with our relatives, late that same day.

Traveling back to our house in Louisiana was another story. To spend as much time with family as we could, we’d leave mid-morning, after breakfast sometime, meaning we had a seemingly longer trip ahead. Many times we’d stop halfway at a hotel to rest for the night, starting fresh again the next morning.

On a particular trip home after a holiday visit, however, Dad decided to drive on through. That was fine with my sister and me. We just got cozy and crashed in the backseat (me lying down in the floorboard, since child restraint laws certainly weren’t what they are today). We thought it was a great adventure! (And little did we know, it certainly would be.)

Dad was driving, music low enough for the rest of us to sleep. Mom was beside him, leaning back in the passenger seat, asleep. I was dozing in the floorboard….and my sister was above me in her car seat, sleeping soundly.

Now I must let you in on a little detail. I had a tiny little traveling companion on this particular trip. Somehow….somehow….I’d coaxed my parents to let me bring my pet Betta fish with me. Little shimmery-blue-scaled Skittles floated along with us in his octagon-shaped fishbowl. I held on tight to him for most of the car trip, but while I was resting, I’d propped his bowl against some blankets and coats, buffering him with objects to keep him upright.

Now that the scene is set, let’s commence to the chaos. About 1:30am, a loud “KA-THUNK/BANG!” shook our minivan, somewhere between Meridian and Jackson, Mississippi (in other words, in the absolute middle of nowhere). Before the sound even ended, Mom was screaming. Dad was stunned, but at the same time, harried and panicked. “I think we hit a deer. WE HIT A DEER!” he yelled. Mom clapped her hands over her mouth. She might have been crying. The van kept rolling, but Dad was slowing it down to prepare for a median stop. I was a bit dazed and confused, still not quite clear on what had just happened. I could hear our van scraping the interstate pavement as we slowed.

I glanced down beside me, peering carefully to see with only the interior car lighting shining down. His bowl. It was overturned. And Skittles. Was gone.

“WHERE’S THE FISH!?!?” I yelled frantically. I cannot even begin to describe what the next few seconds looked (and sounded) like. Dad struggled to completely pull us over and stop, all the while looking around hysterically for a lost blue fish. He put the car in park and pulled up his feet. “Here he is!” he yelled, seeing a shimmery blue fish flip-flopping all over the driver’s side floorboard. GET HIM! Oh, NO! He can’t breathe! Skittles! The yelling and the crying, it just kept on going, probably making Dad’s job a whole lot more difficult as he flung his fists around trying to grasp this wet, wriggly, freaking-out fish at his feet. “I pulled part of his fin off!” came Dad’s voice from the front. Skittles’ chance at a longer life was looking kind of grim.

Though it seemed like forever, Dad finally yelled, “I’ve got him! I’ve got him.” He handed back a convulsing blue Skittles and I held out the octagon bowl. Most had spilled out; all that remained in the bottom was about a tablespoon of water, which I had to pool by tilting it to one side.

Crying, I clutched the fishbowl to me, holding it just so, so Skittles could breathe the little bit of water left in there for him to occupy. Our hazard lights were on, and Dad got out to survey the damage. The deer had hit the front headlight on the passenger’s side, then swung around the crushed the passenger door. No broken glass, but we did have a very dented van and a front fender that was dragging the ground.

A man in a pick-up truck pulled up behind us and got out to ask if we needed help. Dad said no thanks — that we were just going to drive slowly to the next town and get a hotel and a body shop — and the guy tipped his hat at us. “Well, then, do you mind if I go back and get the deer for the meat?”

(Ahhh, good ole’ Mississippi.)

I can tell you that this story does have a happy ending. The van did make it to the next town, and we slept well that night. (Including my little sister, who slept through the entire episode. She never woke up…not for any of it.)

The car was totally re-done, and a month later you couldn’t tell anything had happened. We never did drive through the night again from SC to LA.

And Skittles did live. He got a refill in the motel bathroom and lived to be a couple of years older. But you know what? His fin never did grow back, and we’re convinced that’s why he swam noticeably lop-sided for the remainder of his days. Bless his little heart.

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My most memorable holiday road trip was traveling to Houston for Christmas to meet my mom’s boyfriend’s family when I was about 12. It was incredibly awkward. First of all there were cultural differences (the family was Filipino), then it was just weird for me to watch them have their Christmas while I was the outsider. After that trip my mother broke up with the guy, because she realized she liked his family more than she liked him!

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My best holiday road trip story is when we went Christmas shopping, and for some reason, paid no attention to the weather forecast for the day. When we walked out of the mall later that afternoon, it had snowed several inches and counting! The problem was that we were two hours from home and when it snows here in Missouri, that’s a big deal. It took us a few hours just to get out of the parking lot, and the 2 hour trip home ended up being 6 hours long. My poor Mom had to drive 30 mph on the snowy highway with my young brother and me in the backseat! Thankfully we made it home safe and sound, but it was scary at the time. Now we can look back and laugh at how clueless we were to the snow forecast that day!

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My most memorable holiday road trip….when I was little we never spent holidays with grandparents. Just couldnt with dad’s job. But one year, we somehow could do it. We were going on road trip and we had to bring all our gifts to open on christmas morning. Dad’s truck was so full he couldn’t see! We had a camper on the back….stuffed!!! My grandparents laughed so hard when they saw us. Memorable though!!

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That’s a nice story, Meg. Love, Dad

We really never traveled when I was a young child for Christmas. Extended family always came to us. One year after my Father passed away and my Mom began driving we decided to travel to my Grandparent’s. Which wasn’t all that far. Only about 2 hours. Mom saw the weather forecast, it called for snow and sleet. Mom decided we were still making the trip, we’d just take our time and drive safe. We packed up her tiny front wheel drive car and headed out on our way. Before long the roads were covered in several inches of snow. We were sliding all over the place. And we had only made it about 30 miles from home. Mom decided we would still make the trip. So we continued, sliding and singing carols to ease our minds. We made it a good part of the way and Mom yelled “I think my wipers are stuck!” She could no longer use her windsheild wipers to clear the snow that was falling on the window. She pulled the car over to see if she could get the wipers unstuck. That didn’t work, we were in the middle of no where and with all this snow it could be hours before we saw another vehicle. She did her best to unfreeze the wiper from the windsheild and decided to start on our way again. Another 30-50 miles the windshield wipers were finally unfrozen from the windsheild, they had about 2 inches of ice stuck to them but they were working. That is until we slid off the road into a snow bank and the windshield wipers flew off the car! Mom gave up, admitted her defeat and we cuddled in the back seat under a blanket with our hazard lights on. Hoping soon someone would find us and lend us a hand. It was probably an hour before we heard the sound of another car, it sounded big, like a snow plow or truck. We lucked out! It was Grandpa in his tow truck. He got worried and went searching for us, just in case. We did finally make it to Grandma & Grandpa’s and we had a wonderful holiday meal waiting for us. Grandpa made Mom promise to never make that trip again in the snow. Mom had no problem promising as that was her first winter driving experience. And a horrible one at that. From that day forward Mom refused to drive in the snow, unless she absolutely had to. She did $500 worth of damage to her car just from hitting a snow bank and losing her wipers.

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We got snowed in last year and had to stay an extra day at my sister’s. It was so fun making a big post-Christmas breakfast and then digging out the cars when the snow finally stopped.

I remember as a child traveling on Christmas Eve from Illinois to South Carolina. This particular year my brother and I had both asked for bikes. To our surprise, Santa came to our house on Christmas Eve Eve and delivered our bikes! We were still concerned about Santa and the fact that we would be in a car all night on Christmas Eve. As we traveled along, my mom and brother were asleep in the back seat and I sat wide awake in the front with my dad. Sometime around midnight, my dad saw a red light in the sky and told me it was Rudolph. I got so excited that I could barely stand it. I strained and strained to see if I could see Santa in his sleigh, but, no luck….Rudolph’s nose was all I saw. When we finally reached my Grandparents house, my brother and I were both carried to bed. To our surprise when we awoke on Christmas morning, Santa had known where we were and left gifts for us again at our Grandparents house!

we never really traveled during the holidays because all our family lives close, but we used to drive around for hours looking at christmas lights, and my dad would always bring hot chocolate in a thermos so we could drink it in the backseat while we drove around. i’m pretty sure that it got spilled every year!

My most memorable Christmas was the year that my mom and step-dad got married. Between the two of them there were 5 children and thus we had huge extended family Christmas. Any way, on the way to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house my step-dad decided to turn on some Christmas music in the vehicle. Of course the only station he could tune in was one playing newer songs, and so on the 2 1/2 hour trip to their house we heard the “Grandma Got Ran Over By a Reindeer” song about 3 times. Needless to say all 5 of us kids remembered those exact words from that song and only those words. So, when we finally arrived at the grandparents house we were eager to recite some “carols” for them in true Christmas fashion. Our parents were mortified to hear that the first song of our choice was the “Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer” one which we sang over and over again and only that line. Thank goodness Grandma just thought that that was hilarious and laughed it off.

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I had been after my husband to get my brakes checked out on my car for a few weeks. “They’re making a funny grinding sound,” I kept telling him, but he put off taking the car to the shop. The brakes either stopped grinding or I got used to the sound and didn’t notice it after a while. Christmas time rolled around and we head up the Interstate to visit my mom a few hundred miles away. Well, we only made it about thirty miles, because suddenly my car started making this horrible noise and my husband couldn’t get it to accelerate over about thirty MPH! People were flying by us and looking at us like we were INSANE! It was pretty embarrassing and scary at the time, but now we laugh about it. We ended up creeping off the Interstate to call for help and my husband took the car to the shop as soon as he could. We got to Mom’s in another vehicle, late, but we had a funny story to tell the relatives. My husband now listens to me when I say my car needs serviced!

Coming back from our honeymoon, hubby and I got completely lost on the beltway leading away from the airport. We literally drove in circles for hours!

We finally got off an exit, only to find absolutely nothing nearby…and no on ramp. It was awful, but all I could do the whole time was laugh at him!

We traveled over Christmas to get married 11 yrs ago. There was a really big ice storm and we ended up stranded in Miami. My new husband thought he would surprise me with renting a convertible for the days we would be stranded. We had been to the West Indies so had only lightweight clothing with us. It ended up being in the 40’s and raining in FL the entire 5 days we were stranded. It was cold, wet and we only had tshirts and shorts with us!

The craziest Christmas was when we spent the entire day in our pajamas. We played games and with our gadgets. At the end of the day, we realized that we had nothing planned for dinner so we settled on hoagies from Wawa. (the only place open on Christmas Day) That is now a family tradition!

One of the trips I remember was when we were taking our newborn down to Louisiana and had just passed a large stopping point when we knew it was time to change a diaper (winter, cold, wet, and next exit with services probably 30-40 minutes away). We pulled off an exit just to have some freedom, down a road, and ended up almost in a ditch while trying to change said diaper. We survived, but changed the way we travel just a little bit after that.

We travel every year and stay with my in-laws for about a week after Christmas. Christmas day, we visit 2 or 4 family Christmas parties. One year, we didn’t get very far…ok, we didn’t get out of the driveway, before we got my wife’s car buried in a 3 foot snow drift. It took an hour to dig it out. Needless to say, the rest of the day was quite stressful for me because of the way it started.

On our way to Disney World for Thanksgiving, my SUV blew up on the interstate!! My children were troopers though and made the best of it. We called a taxi, and rented a new car! Our trip turned out to be great!

best ever….we took a trip to ocean shores and it turned out to be the time when it had high winds! was awful to drive through and when we finally got there we decided to go to Mcdonald’s for dinner. well, they for got some of our order, so my husband had to run in and get the rest. then the next night the power went out! Besides that it was fun!

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I remember that Christmas adventure well, Meg! I also remember the Christmas we lived in NC and were driving to SC, and your Santa toys were covered up in blankets all inside the car, and you never asked any questions! That was probably the year you “figured it out”!

When I was younger, I remember my uncle hosted Christmas at his house which was about 2 hrs away. Of course, there was a huge snow storm that day and it took about 3 1/2 hrs to get there with my mom “white-knuckling” it the whole way. When we finally arrived, we realized we had left all the gifts for everyone at home. We had to mail their gifts to them after Christmas. candaceotto32 at yahoo dot com

It wasn’t quite Christmas, but it was for a holiday celebration. This was in the days before GPS, so when we got stuck in major construction on an interstate, we were stuck. We finally got off onto local highways but had no idea how to get where we were going. It took us more than twice as long as it should have to get there, with me crying the entire time.
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And here I thought I was just going to comment on your story…not for a giveaway! (great sharing by the way)

My memorable trip was as a young adult…a friend and I went to visit another friend about 10 hours away, in SC. We had a wonderful visit with her (just after Christmas). The return trip was normal. I took a nap. I awoke to a snow storm, but to this day my friend whow was driving likes to say how I looked up, and then went right back to sleep. Apparently I made her do all the stressful driving! Poor Christy!

I told my Mom one year I wasn’t able to come home for the holidays but secretly I had told my step Dad I was going to surprise her. When I arrived she was getting ready to go and when she saw me in the mirror she acted like I was there all the time and just asked “which earrings do you like better?” After I answered she jumped around and was so excited I had driven home.

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My family and I went on a road trip and every now and then my daughter who was about 1.5 would yell out “stop!” really loudly. I kept yelling at her older brother to leave he alone but he said he wasn’t doing anything. Later after we had returned form the trip she was riding in the car with me and she yelled out “stop!”. It took me a minute to realize that she was talking to the sun…which was shining brightly on the side of her face! We still laugh about that to this day.

Well, one time during christmas over at my Mamaw and Papaw’s house, we had a bit of a pre-dinner fiasco. Their rottweiler and akita dogs just trapped and were about to kill a squirrel. So my Mamaw goes out there and tries to get them to stop, waving a shovel over their heads to scare them… no use. So Papaw has to go out and fires a rifle into the air. Then the dogs stop, come limping in (they were tired), mouths covered in hair and blood… and then Mamaw says ‘Let’s eat!!!’ Aaah… merry christmas indeed!

Last Christmas, my husband became violently ill with the flu. So we left him at home and the kids, 2 and 3 and I, left for a 4 hour drive to the farm. 20 mins into the ride and it started in with freezing rain. I literally watched car after car spin out in front of me into the ditches. It was right at the halfway point where it got really bad, but I had made it that far, I hated to disapoint the kids and turn around. It took 7 HOURS of driving but we made it to the farm. Of course about 3 hours of being there and the flu hit my kids. We headed home the next morning (on clear road, more or less!) with two sick kids in the back seat. I’m hoping this year at the farm will be much less eventful!

My most memorable holiday trip was that there was going to be no trip at all, I was planning to spend the holidays away from home, it was agreed upon when I had the opportunity to go to college far from home, 700 miles away. So when a big package arrived on my doorstep, a box with my name and address on it, from home, I figured that was my care package for the holidays. Earlier I had mailed my family some gifts too.
When I opened the box, inside was a picture of my family, with the words, “it’s not home without you”…and then there was a knock at the door, I opened it and was totally amazed to see my family standing there! The road trip I didn’t take, was taken by my parents to come and visit me 700 miles away!

My most memorable was driving 6 hours to my uncles and getting there and staying one night. A large snow and ice storm was predicted and so we headed back home the next morning. We had pizza for dinner that year, but we still had fun!

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My most hilarious road trip was when my husband and I were traveling to New Jersey and out of the corner of our eyes we saw this van with a picture of a man sitting on a commode with his pants down to his ankles advertising a plumbing service. My husband and I ended up laughing all the way until we got to our destination. We forgot about the rude drivers, the rubbernecking, etc for the duration of the trip. Even when we stopped to get out at a rest stop we were still laughing so hard that we were holding our stomachs and having people stare at us as if we were crazy. Our only regret is that we didn’t get the phone number of the man on the potty van so the laughs could have continued at home when we had a back-up in our plumbing.

My craziest holiday road trip was actually on Valentine’s last year – we had a 3.5 month old and decided to drive 2 hours to my in-laws for free babysitting/visiting. It took 4 hours in a blizzard, there were 9 cars in the ditch (upside down, sideways, every which way) and I spent the last 30 miles of the curvy crazy roads with my eyes shut and reminding my hubby to “SLOW DOWN” which he would kindly let me know he was going 15 mph…

In 1998, we had to drive from Spokane, WA to Reston, VA for our son’s wedding. (I know, it wasn’t technically a holiday; except it WAS my husband’s vacation time – so it was HIS holiday.) It started off 2 days late, as we didn’t realize at the time that we had to have a credit card to rent a car. We had planned to pay cash; so had to deposit the cash into the charge account, and then wait one business day for it to be credited.(And our car was a real beater at the time, and probably wouldn’t have made the trip through 14 states.) Finally on the road, we drove like crazy until late that night, and then tried to find a motel. We were too far out in the toolies to find a chain; and none of the mom-and-pop motels would answer the night bell. We had to keep driving. Ran into horrible fog in Minnesota. It looked like someone had thrown a thick white blanket over our car. Visibility was zero! But we had no choice, we had to keep going. Two days later without sleep, we arrived at our destination and fell into bed. Came out the next morning, and someone had smashed into our rental car in the parking lot. Sigh… Got to the Florist to pick up the flowers we had ordered months before for the Rehearsal Dinner we were putting on; and they were unable to get the ones we ordered. Didn’t bother to tell us that though. They were ordered especially to coordinate with the linens at the tea room where the dinner would be held. Had to re-choose flowers, and then run to the tea room to change out the linens. (This is in a strange city, where we don’t know where anything is.) Various other problems for the wedding; not the least of which was the bride’s mother shutting us out of everything – but that’s another story. So days later, heading home (early May) we run into a white-out blizzard in Montana. Really frightening. We took the first exit, only to read a sign that said “No Services”. When you are in the toolies in Montana, you are REALLY in the toolies. Limping along at 5mph; but scared to death that all the semis we had passed earlier were now catching up to us, and not sure we could be seen. Husband is hanging his head out the window trying to see 6 inches ahead; and the snow is thick and flying horizontally at our windshield. The semis DID in fact speed past us; and we eventually came to a small town where we could see a chain motel from the freeway. We stopped, got a room and continued home the next morning. Off the freeway to the left and right were MANY cars in the ditch; testifying to the horrible conditions the night before. We will NEVER travel through Montana again until June at least!

My most memorable holiday road trip was from Texas to North Carolina with our son when he was just a month old. We never imagined that you would have to take so much stuff for a baby! We had to stop every hour or so because I was breastfeeding and to feed him we had to take him out of the car seat. To top it all off it snowed and we had to drive in a blizzard! What a trip!

I was to little to remember this but my grandparents were visiting from another state and when they had to go back they wanted me to go back with them for a while well they completely forgot all of my luggage and it was to late to go back so my grandma had to buy a whole new wardrobe

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When the kids were 6 and 8, we were headed out on a Christmas road trip. We had only traveled about 3 miles. We were going up a steep road, only to slide all the way back down on ice. We turned around and went home. We had to make a lot of phone calls, but it was the safest thing to do.

We were going to a fancy hotel for my first time and since I was so excited I made sure to dress up. My parents thought I was crazy and I was uncomfortable sitting the entire 5 hour trip but I was determined to fit in with the fancy hotel crowd. About and hour into the trip my sister threw up all over me. My parents stopped at a local gas station store and bought me a tacky t shirt and pajama pants to wear. Great first impression

My most memorable trip was driving across multiple states to meet my then boyfriend, now husband’s family. It was nerve racking wandering what they would think of me and how everything would go. We drove late into the night each day just to make it there on time and I was beginning to wander if we’d ever make it! Long stretches of desolate highway do not help to keep weary travelers awake! A friend of mine told me, before this trip, that it would be an eye opener…I would either grow closer to my boyfriend or would be very anxious to get away from him at the end of this trip. We learned a lot about each other…talking long into the night just to keep each other awake. I am happy to say his family was delightful and he is wonderful

I never really had to “roadtrip” for the holidays until I started dating my husband in college. His grandmother was in Florida, so I drove down to Daytona with the family the second Christmas we were dating. My now sister-in-law (then ~13) slept nearly the entire drive from NJ. I also learned about my father-in-law’s short fuse while driving, with one or two short stops and engines revved, ya know?

My most memorable holiday road trip was the year out church choir was invited to sing at a cathedral in a big city in our state on Christmas Eve. It started snowing during our car ride there, and after we finished the choir service and mass, we left the cathedral to find our cars completed snowed and plowed in. No one had shovels in their cars, and it was quite a sight to see nicely dressed choristers digging out with gloved and mittened hands! I’ll never forget it.

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I remember a particularly funny road trip moment from my childhood. My family had been on a weekend trip to Michigan to see relatives, and had taken a last-minute trip into Detroit for sight-seeing. Inevitably, my dad made a wrong turn and we ended up in very undesirable part of Detroit! Tensions were high as night fell and he and my mom frantically tried to figure out how to get back to the freeway. We really stuck out as ‘out-of-towners’ (think Family Vacation with their big station wagon!), and my parents started to fight. Finally, in frustration, my dad slammed his fist on the dashboard of the car–and immediately the horn began to blare! It was stuck! There we were, trying unsuccessfully to blend in and NOT draw attention to ourselves as the vacationing family from Ohio in the middle of downtown Detroit, and the horn was blaring! It was simultaneously awful and hilarious.

My dad was finally able–after about twenty minutes of ear-blasting noise–to disconnect the wire to the horn, and we somehow eventually found our way out of the city and made it back home in one piece. The story, however, lives on in family legend, and is brought out at every family reunion or gathering. So many years later it still makes us laugh until we cry, remembering how helpless we felt. It’s really a cherished memory!

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I remember when I was about 8 years old I had just begun taking piano lessons. I wanted a piano for Christmas really bad. I could not imagine that Santa could actually get that to our house. That Christmas eve, my sisters took me out riding around wth my nephews to look at Christmas lights. It was so innocent and beautiful. When we got back home, Santa had already come to the house and he was able to bring me the piano. Talk about excited, that was awesome. We didn’t travel too much during the holidays, our family all lived close by.

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I have never actually traveled for the holidays! Most of my family is already in town. But my favorite holiday memories include driving around for a couple of hours on Christmas Eve looking at all the lights. From there we went on to have a buffet-style dinner at my Grandparent’s house and then would light luminaries and walk around her neighborhood. Neighbors set up little stations with apple cider and cookies. Usually around 7pm Santa would show up on some trailer thing made to look like a sleigh! It was great. I only wish her neighborhood still did it so that I could take my own little guy!

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Our craziest road trip for the holidays, started in NY. Our flight was delayed and when we got to our connection, it had LEFT!! So they put us up for the night and flew us First Class to Florida (that was awesome. Oh by the way my 20 year old sister was traveling with my husband and I and had never flown before (she liked first class!!). Well we had decided to travel to see as many relatives in teh south as we could but did not plan very well! We started in Orlando (our goal was to end back there and do to Disney) and drove up to South Carolina – stayed there for a night with family, then off to Georgia to see more family for a night and then to Jacksonville. We spent more time on the road then anticipated. We laugh about it now but why didn’t we just fly yo SC and rent a car and then fly home from Orlando???

My most memorable recent road trip was a few months ago.

We were making the four hour trip home from Indiana to Kentucky. Our SUV wasn’t running bad when we left home a few days before but on the way home it started dying for no reason. We would be going down the road and it would just shut off, lights and all. My poor husband kept having to get out in the dark and look under the hood and fidget with something and then it would start back up. So, a four hour trip turned into an overnight trip and we finally arrived home at 5am with two very sleepy little boys and two equally tired parents. It was an interesting trip to say the least! Come to find out we needed a new computer for our SUV. Computers are wonderful but they can also be such a pain in the behind!

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My eventful holiday road trip was a road trip to Disney World, Florida from Louisiana with three small kids. Just know, that we stopped a lot for bathroom time. It was a long 10 hour trip that we settled for flying the next time we take a trip there.

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My grandma and mom passed away in the same year so my pap decided to take me to florida to spend christmas with him. It was so fun driving there until I fell asleep and woke up with blood gushing out my nose. My pap started freaking out but I explained to him that dry heat in the car or anyway always made my nose bleed. So after he calmed down we laughed for awhile and continued on our merry way!

My husband and I were driving all day to get home after a long weekend spent with family. We were both getting pretty tired but certainly alert enough to drive. As we came over a large hill, I noticed that there was a lot of stopped traffic around, but dear hubby didn’t see it as soon as I did. A few seconds later, he had to slam on the brakes. As if that wasn’t enough to jolt us back to reality, the cooler in the back with all our food and drinks flung forward with the momentum. We had ice cold water everywhere, including all around the gear shifter. We decided it was a good time to pull over and shake it off before continuing the journey home.

WE didn’t really have any ROAD TRIPS per say, since we all lived within a couple hours of each other…there was this one year, though, when we decided to go to California….
BAD mistake, we traveled thru Oregon and it got pretty bad during that Winter.
We were driving about 20 miles an hour with chains when he hit black ice….we slid a bit and then landed on the side. It was so scary!!

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When our Daughter was 3 we went to the bay area to see relatives for the holidays,when she saw her cousins who were very tall boys she hid under her grammas bed for 3+ hours & wouldn’t come out I was so embarrased & then when we left she touched the door in the airport with the ALARM on it and the sirens went off….I was very relieved to get home to San Diego !!!!!

My funniest road trip story was when I was younger my family and I lived in the Midwest and traveled to CT to visit family one summer. The family we were visiting thought it would be funny to leave seafood tucked away under the seat before we left. The whole drive home everyone was blaming everyone for the smell. We searched and searched but they hid it well. Eventually we decided it must just be in the carpet. It was a few days after we got home that it was finally discovered! Funny for them….
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A few years ago I was pregnant with my daughter and had to travel to Arizona with my husband and son. We had a layover in Denver and bad weather so we missed our connection — AFTER I had to run across the entire crowded airport! I started having contractions and had to lay down on the floor of the terminal until they stopped. I will NEVER fly at Christmas again!

easy. headed home for xmas last year on a 5 hour trip with a 5 month old. we stopped to change him and as we did he peed on the back seat. Trying to clean that up and re-diaper him he pooed all over. Again, trying to clean that up and he peed again. It took both my husband and I to wrangle a 5 month old into a diaper and get back on the road with a car full of presents.

One of the most crazy holiday road trip was like a five years ago, we spent almost two days to be back home for Christmas (almost 24hrs in the airport) thanks to severe weather.

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One of my memorable road trips (we’ve had several) was the trip where we went through 3 alternators, including one which put us on the side of the interstate for an hour.

My most memorable holiday trip was when I visited my friend in Idaho for thanksgiving. I lived in Utah and it was a 3-4 hour drive to get to where he was in collage. The trip up was beautiful, but the trip home was a nightmare.

I had to drive home alone, at night in a terrible snowstorm. It was so bad that the way I could see the road was to turn my headlights off. I drove about 30 mph for what seemed forever and had trucks passing me going 60-70 mph. And Idaho is pretty barren. When I decided that I had better try to find a motel, I took forever to even find a town and there were no motels. By the time I found civilization, the roads were better and I felt more confident about getting home.

Exhausting….but memorable.

my most memorable holiday trip was when i was 8. We had just moved to Utah and on Christmas Eve went to visit my grandparents who lived about 2 hours away from us. It was the first time I met many of my cousins, and I was able to participate in the traditions my Grandparents put on every year. We would sit on santa’s lap as all the grandkids waited, and sing songs. On the way home, my mom and dad would tell us stories about their childhood, especially memories that they had from Christmas. Eventually we would fall asleep and they would carry us upstairs to our new home as we hoped Santa would be able to find us and not forget us since we just moved there!

Last year we decided to spend Christmas in Disney. We drove to Florida from NJ because we wanted our first daughter to spend her first christmas in Disney. The drive suppose to be 18 hours but instead it took us almost 45 hours to get there!! We almost stopped every resting stops!! We stopped when the baby was hungry, when she pooped, when she wet the diaper or when she just cry!! Long story short we arrived in Florida Christmas Eve. We almost spent Christmas on the road. We will never do that again. Don’t even asked how long it took us to drive going home. I was so tempted to fly going home and let my hubby drive home!!

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our craziest road trip was when my sister took over a car trip when she and my mom and brother were moving me up to school and instead of taking us to my college accidentally drove us back home because she everyone was asleep and she was too proud to use GPS. not funny then but hilarious now!

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Well, this is actually about Thanksgiving:

When I was about 12 years old, for Thanksgiving, our family took a trip to Tennessee, and we stayed in the Gaylord Opryland Hotel (pretty fancy, yes). Well, what we had for Thanksgiving dinner was not so fancy. My dad was in the military, so in the back of our car, we had some MREs (meals-ready-to-eat). Yep. Me had MREs for Thanksgiving dinner on the balcony outside our hotel room! LOL We still laugh about it!

My little family of three set off on a long (14-15 hour) roadtrip to go back home for our first Thanksgiving in our new home. My daughter was 22 months at the time. Much like your family we left early in the morning. The trip down was okay, my daughter took 2 45 minute naps and had some fussy moments, but otherwise managed well. We made good time and our vacation was fantastic. The trip back was another story, it was brutal. Again, we left early and drove straight through. She again took 2 45 minute naps and she had about 2 hours of fun. The other 10 hours? She screamed, kicked, cryed. We tried the DVD player, snacks, toys, books, music… We tried it all to no avail. We were all pretty miserable! It was only two years ago, so it isn’t funny to us quite yet!

I’ve never traveled over the holidays ever so don’t really have a story to tell.

Our craziest was a drive to Florida. We were in this long two door boat of a car low rider (so ugly) It was me my mom and dad in the front my brother sister and grandma in the back. My dad was the kind of guy that you dont stop you just keep going. My brother started hollering from the back that he was getting car sick and they told him he would be fine next thing you know he was vomiting all over my grandma and sister ohhh the smell! My dad finally pulled over and we got it as cleaned up as we could but I had to switch spots with my brother and sit back where he just vomited for the next 6 hrs of the trip it was awful!

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We were headed to Canada for Christmas with a 17 hour drive ahead of us with a 2 year old. Five hours into the drive we realized that we forgot our passports (needed since we were going to Canada) so we had to head back. Since we had already driven 10 hours we decided to spend $2000 on last minute plane tickets instead!

Our most memorable was several years back when we were visiting my in-laws for Christmas in south texas. We always leave and head to spend Christmas day with my family- 6 hrs away. Well we woke up on Christmas morning to a WHITE CHRISTMAS! My husband had never driven in snow that much (being from south texas), so it took us several more hours longer than normal- lots of slipping and sliding! Thankfully not many drivers on the roads- which we slid off quite a few times! Good times!

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My most eventful holiday travel story happened at Thanksgiving some years ago. My son was 3 months old and my husband and I choose to drive to his parents – 800 miles, for the holiday. The weather turned bad – snow and ice made driving scary. A big truck crowded into our lane but we couldn’t stop. So, my husband decide to turn into the median and with an Angel (or 2 or 3) we successfully navigated into the median all the way over to the other side (i.e. oncomming traffic) …and then back onto our side….and made it to Grandma’s for dinner. The thought, though, still makes me quiver.

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My most memorable holiday road trip was when my husband and I drove from Lisbon, Portugal to Munich, Germany over Christmas. We has the most amazing time, stopping in little towns to walk around, pick up local Christmas tree ornaments, and sampling local culture, food, and holiday traditions. Amazing!

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I guess my most awkward holiday trip was when I was about a million months pregnant (ok, 35 weeks). We drove from NYC to DC to stay with my in-laws for Christmas. Little did I know, I had the beginnings of pre-eclampsia and was a mere 10 days away from delivering my son! I was so swollen that I couldn’t wear shoes all week. The one time I absolutely HAD to leave the house, I had to wear my MIL’s garden clogs because they were the only thing I could fit on my swollen feet!

We went on a family ski trip. Brother got caught on the ski lift. Yes, it was truly a funny movie moment; although, at the time, it was not so funny.

The Christmas someone unknowingly turned on the attic fan, which then burned its way through the attic, causing the smoke alarm to go off. The fire dept came, wanted to chop through the roof, (which we did not allow!), and while the kids were watching the commotion, one started crying, asking if Santa was stuck in the chimney.

We were driving around the northeastern coast of Australia, and we were a little lost. My mother’s travel agent had instilled a fear of driving at night in her, with harrowing tales of car accidents involving kangaroos crossing highways at night. It was sunset, so she was anxious to find the hotel.

Well, Dad got a bit lost, so he pulled over at a gas station to check the map. As they were arguing, Mom yells, “We are wasting precious minutes!”

We were less than a mile from the hotel and got there within five minutes. That line became the catchphrase for rest of the trip.

Our most crazy road trip was home for Christmas (that’s a 14 hour drive straight through) with 2 year old twins and a 2 month old baby–in a car, not a minivan. We had to stop every couple of hours for the baby to eat and almost as often for the twins to use up extra energy. When we were actually in the car we were constantly worried that the older kids were poking at the baby or throwing things at each other over his carseat. Then we got lost during what was supposed to be the last hour of our trip! But we finally arrived to Grandma and Grandpa’s loving arms, thank goodness!

That is a great story! We didn’t generally do holiday road trips when I was little. Our family mostly came to us since we were centrally located.

We never really traveled at christmas but we went to the beach one time and our car broke down and we spent 12 hours in a garage waiting for it to be fixed- not much of a vacation!!

We had a crazy 15 hour road trip back from my brother’s wedding. Our daughter was two and potty training. She had to stop every two hours to go to the bathrooms. We stopped whenever there were bathrooms and sometimes (especially driving through the expanse of Texas) those places weren’t all that clean. We stopped at one especially dingy gas station and on our way out the door, something caught our daughter’s eye. It was a big ice cream cone painted on the dingy counter. She walked right over there and before we knew what she was doing, she started licking that filthy store counter. What memories!

Lots of tales, 1yr we came home from christmas at grandmas to find a water pipe busted through the kitchen ceiling and flooded the house, 1 time some of our christmas gifts were stolen out of my dads truck, and 1yr we drove my grandmas car home and followed behind my dads car and because he was having car trouble in the middle of nowhere we had to continually keep pushing his broken down car from behind(banging into it) until we could get it to the next town. My fav christmas tale is that in 1999, i got to tell my husband on christmas eve that i was pregnant with our first child when he opened his present to find a positive pregnancy test.

We never had to travel much because our family lives so close. I will never forget the car rides home from church on Christmas Eve though. We always knew that Santa had come while we were at church and we’d have presents waiting for us. My brother and I would crane our necks looking out the window for his sleigh and always swore to each other that we could hear the sleigh bells. I still don’t know how my Grandpa managed to get those presents set up while we were on our way home from church but, he always did it!

My most memorable holiday trip was when I was still in grade school. We lived in Seattle and my grandma lived in Texas. We went to her house for Christmas and we took the TRAIN!! I’d never been on a train before and it was such a treat. I had a great time exploring the cars, watching the scenery out the window, climbing on the sleeping berths, eating in the dining car. It was a Christmas gift just going on the train trip!
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My most memorable holiday story is from Memorial day about 9 years ago- my now-husband and I took his new lab puppy up to his family’s cabin in Western PA. The puppy ended up breaking her ankle. We were without a cell phone and there was no land line. Without a phone book, and 4 hours from home, we drove to the local hospital to ask if anyone knew of a vet in the area that would be open Friday night of Memorial Day weekend.

Luckily, the desk attendant was a dog lover and gave us the information we needed. We visited the vet (40 minutes away) and got confirmation that the puppy had indeed broken her ankle and needed surgery. He sent us on our way, without any pain meds for the dog.

The puppy understandably whined all night and we started back home the following morning after a sleepless night.

On the way home, we ended up with a flat tire on the freeway in a torrential rainstorm. A nice passerby gave me a lift to a garage to call AAA. Not too happy to be called out in the rain, AAA showed up just as the replacement tire was being attached.

As if that wasn’t enough, we got pulled over for speeding. The officer gave us no pity, despite the fact that we were soaked and had a hurt dog.

Happy after the fact- the dog is now almost 10 and is as happy as can be- she just won’t roll over anymore.

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2 years ago, my inlaws payed for our vacation to go to be with the in new york for Christmas. since we are a family of 8, they bought us stand by tickets from a relative that works for the airline.
well we took 3 days to pack and like always a couple of hours before we had to be at the airport, everyone remembered they were missing important things that were unpacked without me knowing.
2 hr countdown begins, everyone is screaming to everyone else, looking for things, i cant find my camera that keeps dissapearing out of my purse, and coats are missing. the 9 and 7 yr old girls vote they dont need coats, “hello!!! we are going where there’s snow!!!” so 2 hrs later everyone is getting last minute things to put in their carry on bags for the flight entertainment. husb decides its time to check all the fluids in the car. i scream at him and remind him were flying to new york from california, not driving!!! so we make it to the airport late, as always, not to mention that it took us an hour to find a free extended stay parking lot for military, we made it to the desk and we get lectured that since we have stand by tickets we should have been there 2 hours earlier. really!?!?! after all of the bags are weighed we shifted some items around from bag to bag because some bags were over the weight limit and some were way under.
our bags finally get through that ordeal, time to go through security check point.
i strongly believe there should be a line for mommys and kids, keep in mind i have a lot of little kids to help take shoes off and coats and empty pockets and open carry on bags for. people behind us complain loudly about how long its taking, mind u im rushing the whole time flippin kids on bottom and pulling out shoes faster than i can throw them. we finally go one by one through the metal detector thingy, then security gets called to the x ray machine. seems our 5 year old thought it was a great idea to bring his metal cap gun with him in case someone tries to steal the airplane while were on it. many many explanations and apologies later, we are allowed to go through. so obviously we missed the flight we wanted so we had to wait for the next one. omg in a packed holiday airport with a bunch of hyper kids!!!!!!!!!!
we kept making bathroom trips because they clamied to “have” to go, but i know that its because for some unknown reason my kids are fascinated with going in public bathrooms! yuk!!
people would keep staring from all angles at how many we were, and i would hear the remarks and laughs when i would count”1,2,3,4,5,6″ ok were all here lets go!”
next flight was readt to take in some stand by flyers, we had choices of sending some of us ahead or waiting for another flight or seperating us all throughout the plane. who in their right mind suggests i let a 2 and 4 year old sit together without a parent near by?!??! kids would come up with new snacks constantly, and i would get answers like “that stranger gave it to me” or “a man said it was ok to have candy” or “that guy with the coat called me over and gave it to me” so more crying from me feeling like i failed as a parent because all of my kids were getting food from strangers. i could have lost 1 or 2 or 3 kids that night. i had many older couples smile and pat our kids on the heads, telling us it would be okay, and that they had been through that many years ago. i was just a ball of tears that night. we finally got a whole row for ourselves and we played hand games, patty cake, rock paper sicssors, made up jokes and stories. we had a lot of fun. after a lot of planning, a lot more praying, plenty of crying, from me, not the kids, after 6 hours, we finally all were able to board the plane, as long as daddy took half of the little ones and i took the other half on different ends of the plane. we then sat on the plane for 3 hours because we didnt have clearance to leave since new york was having snow, go figure!
so me and the kids decided to play phone games by calling daddy and the group, we were playing “guess who” and i spy back and forth with our cells phones.
finally we got the notice and we were off!

this was such a hectic and hard time, but it gave us memories for a lifetime, it has been the most adventourus and fun trip we have had, exept for the flight home where we split up into 3 flight,s but thats another one, lol

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I think my most memorable holiday trip is a toss up between the time my parents, little sister, and me spent Christmas in Paris (cue the Anastasia music in the background right after she exclaims “Can you imagine? Christmas in Paris!”) and the time we went to Tahoe, there was a huge spontaneous blizzard, and we were forced to camp down in a small hotel in the middle of nowhere for a week or so.

I remember I got a gorgeous green taffeta dress in Paris. But then again, I got to miss school because of the snowstorm, and I got bragging rights for being in a blizzard.

So, like I said, toss up!

After a family visit with extended family, we hopped on a small plane in Waterloo, Iowa heading for St. Louis. After the exhausting layover, we were directed to go onto the tarmac to catch our connecting flight. The attendant at the gate looked at our ticket and pointed in a certain direction. We started walking and soon realized there were four identical planes in close proximity loading at the same time. So, to ease our minds, when we got to the stairs of the plane the attendant had pointed we asked loudly to the man wearing headphones: “Is THIS plane going to JOPLIN?” He nodded and pointed us up the stairs.

We sat in our seats, got situated, and someone walked in and said, “Just counting noses.” He counted and exited. As the puddle-jumper type plane was half-empty at take off were able to stretch out and fall asleep to try to pass the time while the loud engines filled the sound of the plane. After over an hour the pilot said something about the weather, but as it was a small, loud plane, we couldn’t understand a thing over the speakers. My husband looked out the window and said, “Wow. I don’t remember Joplin looking exactly like Waterloo.”

I shrugged, and as a seasoned traveller, confidently replied, “Oh yeah. These small airports all look the same.” A moment later it sounded like the pilot said, “Welcome to Waterloo.”

I laughed and consoled my husband. “I’m sure they get confused with all the flights they take.”

As we walked down the stairs of the airplane, I was in disbelief as I saw the “Waterloo” sign. My parents were in even more disbelief when I had to call them to pick us up.

“But we saw you take off!”

“We just wanted to spend more time with you!”

My first trip with my husband (then boyfriend) we went to my timeshare in Florida. I set the whole trip up and when we picked up the rental car he asked me, “ok, which way do I go?”. I just about died! I didn’t know and I never thought to print off directions. We just decided to “wing-it” and I said if I could find the big bridge I could get us there. There are a lot of big bridges in West Palm Beach but we eventually found it and made it there. He never got iritated with me and we laughed it off. That was my most memerable trip and the day I knew I wanted to marry him!

it was NOT hilarious on my end of things, but one holiday, we drove from ohio to florida. i was 13 and my bro was 8. not a good mix – a moody teen going thru puberty (and undiagnosed bipolar) & an annoying little brother. i spent 1/2 of the trip with my head out the window (even tho it was cold) b/c my brother had a farting problem. then, (and this is just 1 example of the “fun”things my family liked to do) we took the scenic route (a la grizzwold) and my parents pulled over so that we could watch.a.barge.pulse.sloooooowly.by. i stayed in the car.

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Imagine driving what’s supposed to be about a 7 hr trip with 4 month old quadruplets……. It turned into a 9 hour drive btwn the MULTIPLE diaper changes, stopping to feed bottles,( 2 babies had bad reflux so you can only imagine the baby puke….) checking on the kids since they were rear facing and i’m a first time mom. It was a crazy trip. But they are great travelers now at 2.5 yrs. We’re starting potty training now so i’m SURE we’ll have some fun traveling times ahead!

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My most memorable trips were to Pittsburgh to visit my grandparents. I had a great time when I was there, but I would be so car sick on the way out and back that it was memorable in a bad way!

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WHEN MY FAMILY & I DROVE TO MY GRANDMAS HOUSE IN OUR VAN FOR THE HOLIDAYS AND ON THE WAY THEIR SOME KIDS STARTED THROWING SNOW BALLS AT MY DADS VAN WHEN WE STOPPED AT A STOP SIGN, INSTEAD OF JUST DRIVING AWAY HE STOPPED & BACKED UP TO PULL OVER. HE GOT OUT OF THE VAN & STATED A SNOW BALL WAR WITH THE KIDS. IT TURNED OUT TO BE REALLY FUN, AND NO ONE HAD ANY HARD FEELINGS. WE ALL JOINED IN. IT WAS AWESOME. AND TO THINK ABOUT IT, IT’S REALLY KIND OF FUNNY HOW IT ALL HAPPNENED. THE KIDS THOUGHT THEY WHERE GONNA BE IN TROUBLE ONCE THEY SEEN MY DAD PULLING OVER & GETTING OUT OF THE VAN, BUT ONCE THEY SEEN HOW GOOFY MY DAD WAS, CUZ HE’S A BIG CLOWN AT HEART. THEY JUST JOINED IN. IT WAS THE BEST SNOWBALL FIGHT EVER. WE ENED UP 20 TO 30 MINS LATE AT MY GRANDMAS HOUSE FOR DINNER, AND WE ALL LOOKED LIKE WET CHERRIES, ARE FACES WHERE COLD N RED, AND ARE COATS AND SHOES WHERE SOAKED, INCLUDING MY HAIR. THE LOOK ON MY GRANDMAS FACE WAS PRICELESS ONCE WE TOLD HER. SHE WAS ONE OF THOSE GRANDMAS THAT WAS SO NURTURING & WANTED TO JUST DRY YOU OFF & MAKE YOU HOT CHOCOLATE. SHE WANTED TO MAKE SURE NO ONE WAS HURT IN A INNOCENT SNOWBALL FIGHT. SHE WAS THE BEST! AND SHE MADE SOME GREAT COOKIES!!!

When I was 10, we went in a road trip with my parents and siblings. I loved how we take snacks, candies, books, while the trip was supposed to last only a couple of hours, most of which we just slept. LOL!

My most memorable holiday road trip was driving to Boston with my sister, her best friend and my best friend to see Aerosmith perform live on New Year’s Eve.

We do xmas on xmas eve in our family. One year, I had to work so I didn’t get going until about 5. I was supposed to drive about 25 miles to pick up my husband and then another 30 miles to my sister’s for xmas. I was in my dress work clothes, no boots, nothing really warm. I left work and discovered it had snowed about 8 inches and was coming down still like mad. Storm had really just gotten underway and streets were not plowed or salted yet. The next 2 hours just to pick up hubby caused my jaw to ache from clenching and my fingers were permanently crimped from gripping the wheel so tight. All I saw was white. I was so frazzled and cold and wet (from cleaning my car off without boots or gloves) that I couldn’t imagine it being any worse. It got worse. Highway was at a dead stand-still. I managed to get off there at the next exit – was going to take side streets. BAD, bad, bad idea. While the highway was blocked, the sidestreets were horribly slippery. I don’t think I even pressed the gas pedal, I just coasted along. Slid sideways and slammed into a curb where a lone mailbox on the edge of the street happened to remove my passenger mirror. I decided to just go back on the highway and sit there. I think we got to my sister’s 4 hours late. But the eggnog was good and spiked

Funny thing… we got a GPS for ourselves one Christmas and we thought we’d try it out leaving my mom’s house. We of course knew the way, but we thought we;d let the GPS guide the way. It took us on so many gravel roads during the snowstorm, we weren’t sure we were going to make it home. It took double the time to get home using the smart GPS.

Driving from Chicago to Dallas with my parents (I was about 13) and doing it in 24 hours which included sleeping at a rest area, having a flat tire and 3 bored kids stuck in the backseat of a car for that period of time.

My craziest holiday road trip occurred when I went skiing with friends during college vacation. On our way home from VT to NJ, I was driving on the NY State Thruway in the left lane during the day when all of a sudden, there was a very loud noise and I could no longer see anything in front of me except darkness. I was in shock, not immediately knowing what had happened as I continued for seconds at top speed, miraculously not veering. I turned to my friend saying “What should I do?!!” My friend answered dryly, “Slowing down would be preferable.” (I still laugh about his delivery on this line, despite our desperate situation.) It turns out that my car’s hood had come loose and flipped up onto the windshield. It was probably a good thing that the ski tips pierced the hood as they most likely kept the hood from flying off my car onto other vehicles that were traveling behind me on the highway. In the end, the car manufacturer took responsibility for what was determined to be missing washers that were to secure the hood! What a trip!

On our way to visit family in Texas when I was young, my dad had to drive fast to stay in front of tornadoes. We didn’t stop, we just kept driving to beat them -it worked, luckily, but I won’t ever forget it!

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I don’t take long holiday trips because my family lives pretty close to me. But I came to US from Ukraine in 1979. That’s a long trip. I was 20 years old. It was very hard to leave my friends behind. I never got any presents for Christmas while living there.

my family drove from SC to Denver 2 separate Christmases to go skiing for a week immediately after Christmas…on one such trip, we drove part way back home and stopped for a night at a motel and discovered that (except for my baby sister) we only had the dirty clothes suitcase…the clean clothes suitcase had gotten left behind at the condo in Colorado…definitely a disappointing realization! Thankfully, they did ship the suitcase and we survived a night with no clean clothes.

we were on our way to a wedding rehearsal and got a flat tire on the highway, and it took an hour to get someone to come out and help us….then we almost got in an accident in the tow truck when they were pulling away from our car…ugh

We were going to myrtle beach and we were making weird comments and gestures in the car and this woman saw us, and 100 miles down the road we stopped for gas, and she was there…the woman who had been laughing at us for miles…how embarassing

My mom sister and I were traveling home from NJ and we aren’t particularly attractive when this car full of boys pulls up with a sign that says “show us your breasts” needless to say we did NOT

We dont travel a lot for the holidays as our families are close by. One year we were in Florida and went to a Jags/Patriots football game (he’s a jag fan, I’m a pats fan). The Pats won and I enjoyed the win for the rest of the day. We flew home early the next morning. Everyone was so friendly traveling on christmas morning!

The kids were sitting in the back seat and my mom in the front and the got her hair tangled up in a windup car.

When I graduated from Boot Camp in the USMC I was so ready to get out of Paris Island South Carolina. I was walking on egg shells. No one thought I would actually graduate. I didn’t think I would make it either.

My family greeted me on graduation day with a diet coke and a snickers. It was a feast for someone who spent 3 months without anything slightly edible. Then we were gone. We stopped by Disney World on the way back home to Texas. It was just me, my parents, and Joey. Joey was my younger brother who is now in The Marine Corps.

I paid for everything seeing how I had three months of paydays saved up. We had a blast. We stopped by the beach.

We got home for Christmas. We live in a really small town. Most people are born there, grow up there, and end up spending their whole lives there. So when I came home the treated me like a hero. My whole family was there. I didn’t feel like a hero but everyone seemed so proud that I made it.

It was a special Christmas. I was never so happy to see home. It is hard to believe that was 11 years ago. Now it is almost impossible to get everyone back together for the holidays. I will never forget the holiday I came back from boot camp;-)

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My friends and I decided to take a road trip from OK to Dallas and since none of us ever drove there before we got a GPS system to guide us. Little did we know that when we stopped to re-fuel a car we also had to enter our destination again. Our GPS didnt reroute for us and a pleasant lady’s voice instructed us to “keep going straight”. After about an hour of driving straight we suspected something might be wrong. We consulted a map instead of listening to GPS and found out we were going east the whole time – instead of going south. We almost ended up by the Arkansas border and a trip that was supposed to take 5 hours took nearly 8!!! Thanks GPS!

My most memorable road trip wa when I was about 9 and me and my family drove from Los Angeles to Costa Rica. We drove through all the SOuthwestern states, then we drove all the way down through Mexico and then Central America. It was the most amazing trip I have ever taken. It was fun and fabulous and we learned so much. We also got to see amazing things like Mayan Ruins, rivers, and volcanoes. It will always be something I won’t forget.

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the only thing that has happened to me was when I was younger, my little brother who was 6 at the time decided he was going to sleep half the trip that my family was taken. He did indeed sleep half way but he woke up just as we were in the middle of the underground tunnels that are dark. He started screaming saying the aliens got me. We laughed for so long about that and still tease him to this day.

Pacific coast highway road trip

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Basically we had one issue after the next. Arriving at the camp site after dark, not getting the tent or fire going easily, bringing left over smores in the tent, a bear coming in after the smores…

Rescuing a motorcyclist hanging from a cliff on the way home, draining a tuna can out the car window while driving… All our trips are especially memorable because of murphy’s law. Everything that can go wrong certainly does with us. Makes for fun stories though.

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My most memorable holiday trip was getting snowed in at my grandparents house…it was actually a lot of fun, would love nothing more than to get snowed in at home for the holidays this year!

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We once tried to set out for my parents’ house, 300 miles away, in a big snowstorm. With my 1 year old son in the back seat. We figured if we could just make it to northern Virginia, we’d be out of the weather. That was dumb.

We didn’t even make it down our driveway! We lived on top of a mountain (still do, but a different mountain) and the driveway was very long and curvy. We slid off the edge of the second curve, had to walk back up to the top of the hill lugging the little one and our suitcases. Sad Christmas, that year. Missed my folks. That was one long trip, huh?

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The most eventful holiday road trip I can think of right now was just a couple years ago. Me, my fiance and one of her sisters decided to take a driving trip to New York City to experience it during the Christmas season. We did a lot of the typical touristy things like ride the Staten Island Ferry, visit Central Park and go to Macy’s. Plus we stood for a few hours in the very cold weather at the today Show and were on tv with our OSU Buckeye things displayed. It was definitely a fun trip.

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A few years ago we went to visit my brother for Chanukah. They live about 5 hours from us. The trip to them was rather uneventful. The trip home, well it was interesting to say the least. The trip took us 7 hours! We started off and almost immediately realized that we had to get gas for the car. So we stopped at the first rest area to tank it up. While there we heard a rumble coming from the back seat. My then 7 month old son filled up his diaper. Oy! I took him out and noticed he was a little wet. Sure, you betcha. . . diaper blow out. I managed to find a place to change him amid screams and protests of new clothing. We get back on the road and my newly potty trained older son proclaims that he needs to GO! So he chants this the entire way to the next stop. We get there and he refuses to go. He gets inside howls about the blowers in the bathroom and comes back out. We start back up…about 10 minutes later my son says he needs to go potty again. This time I take him in and he says he does not have to go, but is hungry. I take him back to the car for snacks. We go back on the road. Suddenly we realize a pattern. Each time my oldest sees restaurant signs on the highway = a request for a potty break. By the time we were almost home my parents called us. Hubby and I were in hysterics. We could not stop laughing because we must have made at least 6 pit stops for potty, eating, nursing and diapers.

My most memorable holiday road trip was two years ago on New Year’s Eve. We drove through a blizzard from Detroit to Chicago (lake-effect snow, too!) for my brother-in-law’s wedding, only to drive back two days later in an ice storm! The craziest thing about the trip was that we turned around and did it all over again–through another ice storm–the following year. It was a lovely wedding, but that was enough white-knuckle driving for us for a while. We even got on the highway going the wrong direction at one point because all the road signs were covered in snow and we couldn’t tell which way was east. What a trip!

My most memorable holiday road trip would be when we drove past a bar in a small town and five Santas came stumbling out! Too much egg nog, i guess.

I used to live in Hawaii. My Step Brother was a surfer. He wanted to go surfing at Waipio Valley on Christms day, so off we went. To get into the valley, the road is so steep that you must have a 4 wheel drive to make it. Once you get into the valley, the road is basically nothing more than dirt roads throughout. We headed towards the beach, set up camp & were awoken at about 2am with a huge storm moving in. We decided to pack up and get out while we could. However, the dirt road that we followed to the beach was now turning into a river from the heavy rains. We pursued on any way until we got stuck in a large pool of water. We were stuck for awhile and the car was fairly submerged and we were soaked. Eventually a large tour vehicle came by and towed us out. We made it up the steep road and then we made it about 1 mile outside of Kailua and our vehicle completed shut down. I guess all that water from being stuck in the river messed with the electrical system and caused the car to just die. It is amazing that we made it as far as we did. At the time none of this was very funny, but now that I look back it is Hillarous.

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Well, since this happened on Thanksgiving Day 2001, I suppose it would be considered a holiday road trip. We were actually moving from Minnesota to Tennessee for my husband’s job change. Unfortunately, we didn’t even make it out of our small, rural Minnesota town before having to stop and delay for several hours. The reason? Someone forgot and left the emergency brake “engaged” on our manual transmission pick-up which was being towed by the U-Haul. Had to get two new tires… after finding someone to help us on Thanksgiving day in a town of 3,000.
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My most memorable road trip was when we were going to buy a new vehicle. It was just my husband and I and our 7 month old daughter. When we got to where we were going, we pulled our daughter out of the carseat only to find her covered in p**p! Yuck!

You’re a great story teller This was an awesome story. I’m very impressed that the fish lived!

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When my brother and I were younger, we often met our grandparents at the great-grandparents’ for Christmas. Mom would then let us go home with the grandfolks for part of Christmas break. One year, we were told we couldn’t INVITE ourselves to grandma’s, she had to ask us to go home with her. After a three hour visit at great-grandpa’s, grandma STILL had not invited us home with her. We were getting in the car to head home when Mama finally let us in on the fact that mom told her NOT TO INVITE us just to see if we would be able not to invite ourselves. It was one scary ride home to grandma’s that year; a blizzard was going on!

It all started with a bad haircut, a shirt even a circus clown would burn, and a pair of hot pink Umbro shorts. It was the Christmas of 1992 and…

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One of my most memorable road trips would have to be from this year. We headed out of state to visit family and it is a 4 hour drive. Our two small boys had been sick with a stomach bug and after they started to feel better, we got on the road. Once we arrived at my parent’s home, everyone started to get sick. It hit me a day later and I can’t recall ever being that sick. All in all, 16 family members ended up getting sick. What a Christmas to remember. The ride home was uneventful though and the boys slept the entire way, they were so tired!

well my most rememorable road trip was about 4 yrs ago me and my mom and dad including my brother was in a 2001 malibu driving in the middle of the night from maryland all the way to goergia and every 5 minutes my brother kept saying i got go potty and then when we didnt stop he would fart . he would fart so bad everyone was gaging for air and then my dad and him had a farting contest we had to go to the dollar stor to buy air freshener that srays in the air but we had to use at least 2 full cans every time they were farting then when we finally got to goergia me and my mom rush to the bathroom to get sick but it was funny though. thats my story

My sister and I were driving back to Georgia where I was stationed in the military and some hot guy was driving beside us all of a sudden we look over and he is stripping his clothes off for us we were so embarresed we sped up and lost him before he gave us the full tour lol.

My most memorable holiday road trip was a trip back to college after Christmas break. My mother decided she didn’t want me making the 7 hour trip alone, so she would drive with me and fly back home. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately my mom came down with food poisoning about 2 hours into the trip, and I had to drive the entire rest of the way, stopping every 30 minutes so she could vomit or use the bathroom. It took forever, and she was miserable. It has been over 20 years and we still joke about that nightmare road trip. After that she always let me drive by myself, and never offered to come “help” again.

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The funniest thing I can think of that ever happened traveling during the holidays is the time my dad decided to move us 600 miles from PA to Virginia. We had an early Christmas at Grandma’s & left Christmas Eve day. Crammed into this vehicle with boxes of stuff(and a rocking chair tied to the top, can you say Beverly Hillbillies?) was 6 people, including a newborn and a chihuahua puppy.
The truly hilarious part was the startled looks on the faces of the holiday travelers when they saw 3 little faces peering at them from the back windows of an AMBULANCE on the interstate on Christmas Eve.

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LOL funniest memory would be my honeymoon…we were at a waterpark and my wife lost her top…like lost it…gone…she had to run out of the pool and wrap a towel around her and go to one of the park’s shops to get a new top!!! LOL

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Most memorable and funny road trip was when my cat Wookiee was a kitten. He was about 3 weeks old and still being bottle fed, so we had to take him to FL when we went on vacation from WV. We stopped at rest stops to feed him and people would just surround the car and watch and ask questions. He was just a brown ball of fluff and some people did not know what he was. Their reactions were SO funny!

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My family was going to New Jersey to visit my grandparents for Christmas and my older brother decides to open the window for fresh air even though it’s freezing cold outside. Unfortunately, our chihuahua Bobby was in the car and when he was the open window he jumped right out of it and started speeding down the road like a loon! It took my family almost an hour to track him down! It seems funny now but back then, not so much.

My most memorable road trip would be travelling with my parents (as a teen) from Oregon to North Dakota in a mini-van. I get car sick easily and was sick ALL the way there and back. We made lots of stops at yellowstone, glacier park and the Black Hills. It was our best family trip (minus the car sickness)
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My most hysterical Christmas trip was probably the one we took just last Friday. As you may or may not know, there was a blizzard here in Oklahoma on Christmas Eve, and as we’re not so used to such feats of meteorological strength, the streets were FILLED with cars (and even big trucks) abandoned by their owners in hopes of not freezing to death on this most blessed of holidays! You’d think that most of these cars would have been recovered by the day after Christmas, since the roads were a LITTLE better and there weren’t gale-force winds and bitter wind chills, but most were still clogging the streets. We left our house at a little before 10:30 and made it 3 miles in an hour. My mother-in-law lives an hour away in good weather. Our fear was that we’d get down there and have to turn right back around to come home so as to avoid the refreeze. So we turned around and went to Braums for lunch and made it home almost 2 hours after we started. Longest Braums run of my life!

Probably the craziest was when our car caught fire outside of Grass Valley, California, in the middle of August. OMG the heat. When we got a tow to the service station, it was like out of a horror movie…a dozen old men on a coffee date stared at us without speaking the entire time we were there. I kept thinking we were done for lol I’m sure it’s a lovely town, but I’m not going back.

My scariest trip was a new year’s bus tour to the Canadian niagra falls. The weather was snowy and the bus was skidding all over the road. Fortunately we got there safely.

Most memorable road trip involved a drive thru and a car sick kid — enough said!

Well, a crazy moment was when my mother in law came over to help with Christmas dinner and she had a stomach problem. She had so much gas, I had to ask her to leave the kitchen and yell commands to me on what to do! LOL! Beat that one!

I remember that once my extended family went with us to kings dominion. There were children in the care and we stopped almost every 10 minutes because they had to pee. we were so annoyed. shopgurl101@gmail.com

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We live in Michigan so winter travel can get rough. One time we went to visit my parents on Christmas and they live in the country, 30 minutes away. They had a hill at the end of their drive and we had rear wheel drive and we didn’t make it up that hill! So my dad and brothers and brother in law, 5 men, used their muscle to get us out of the snow bank and it worked! We gunned the gas and went and made it thankfully!

I don’t really have a very eventful road trip story to tell, but we had a memorable road trip to San Antonio Sea World on Independence Day. It was my baby’s first long trip in a car, but to my delight, he didn’t give me any hard time at all. At my husband’s request, I started telling stories to keep him awake while driving. Funnily but not surprisingly, my baby fell fast asleep while hearing my stories, haha.

I have a crazy road trip story! My friend had just found out that his father was getting married the next day to a woman he had met a few weeks ago online (but never in person!). The first time the couple would see each other was at their wedding! My friend wanted desperately to try to get to his father and talk him out of what he thought was a bad idea so we drove all night to try to “stop the wedding”, like they do in movies! Our trip was ridiculous, exhilarating, but serious at the same time. We got there too late though! (The woman later ran off with all of the husband’s money and it wasn’t her first time doing this to someone!) It was crazy!

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Our most recent memorable holiday road trip involved an 18 month old, torrential rain, a stop at Burger King, getting gas and having the tank overflow onto hubby, getting stuck in one lane traffic surrounded by tractor trailers, said 18 month old puking in his carseat because of the greasy fries, exhaust fumes and stinky daddy. Finally arrived at our destination 7 hours later…yee haa!

Loved your roadtrip story! Your poor dad!

The craziest road trip I can recall was the first Christmas after my husband and I were married. We were determined to be at OUR home on Christmas morning. So, we left my family’s house late Christmas Eve night in the middle of a terrible storm. What was normally a 3 hour drive, took almost 5… white knuckles much of the way.

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Loved this road trip, probably the best of the 3 we’ve made!

We don’t travel for the holiday’s. But one year we went to an aunt’s house for new years. On the way home it was very icy and their was a herd of deer in the middle of the road. We tried to stop but started sliding. Luckily, the entire herd jumped out of the way just as we came sliding toward them.

Think they’ll let you out to pee if you’re stuck in the holiday traffic line at the US Canada border for hours and hours? Think again. And then plan your pregnancies accordingly.

My husband just brought me a tape player for my van. He even installed it for me. Well, on our way down to my parents home for Christmas, we began to smell smoke and was trying to locate the source. Suddenly, the entire tape player was smoking, intensely! There went our music for the trip by home.

We were on are way to my familys house are second christmas and I saw a box on the side of the road and a puppy we stopped and found 5 puppies and took care of them until we found them homes. They were so hyper but it was a blast

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We didn’t have as far to go to visit family, but it was a good 1½ hour ride, one memorable trip was my Grandmother had given my mother some of her pots and on the ride home, my sister was reading in the car and got carsick, so we would not have to stop (and waste time) my mother gave my sister one of the pots to throw up in. I was grossed then, and writing about it again now grosses me out again .

My most eventful holiday roadtrip began December 26, 2006. We drove from our home in North Platte, 4 hrs east to Omaha where we were to catch a flight to Burbank, CA the next day. All was great until Christmas Eve when I had both ears hurting. I knew I had an ear infection, but all of the doctor offices were closed. I suffered through and made it to the doctor on the 26th, barely in time to get out of town at a decent hour. So anyway, the drive down was fine. The next day we get up, head to the airport and board the plane. This was the first time I had ever flown. Yeah. Sick as a dog! Turns out, I’m not a great flyer! We had a layover in Las Vegas and as soon as we get into the airport, I lost my balance and fell on my hands and knees. Then, I got up and made it (in record time) to the restroom…which I got to know real well. Everyone in our party wanted to eat…that was just about the last thing I wanted to do and my husband coaxed me into eating. Then, on to Burbank. As it turns out, the Santa Ana winds were vicious, we had an extremely rough flight…and I cried the entire time. It was horrible. We did finally make it to Burbank, and on to our destination of Disneyland…and the entire trip I had motion-sickness. Car, plane, bus. Uggghh. It sucked.

It wasn’t until we got home that I realized why I was so sick. I was pregnant. After suffering from infertility for 6 years, we were finally adding another little one to our family. While being sick like that was bad…it ended up being a blessing. My daughter Paige is now a 2 year old who lights up my life!

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My most memorable holiday trip was the first Christmas my husband and I were married. We went to his parent’s house and on the way we made a pit stop at a gas station that sold nude playing cards. My husband insisted on buying the nude men cards for his sister which I felt he shouldn’t do because I knew it would upset his parents. Well there was a house full of family and guests, and his sister was showing the cards to her cousins and her dad (my father-in-law) blew up and started screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. Needless to say, everyone was quiet during his tirade, and soon they all left. Not a good memory, but one that I will never forget.

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