Many, many years ago, when I was 16, our family and another family (The Rileys) took a road trip in our RV from California to Ohio, making a half-circle around the country. The Rileys wanted to see their son in Cincinnati; Mr. Riley was going to a church convention in Indianapolis and wanted to visit several churches on the way; Mrs. Riley wanted her best friend, my adoptive mom, to come along; A-mom volunteered to do most of the driving; and I just wanted to see something different than my hometown.
So off we went, six people in a 25-foot RV. I’ll spare you the details, but the high points were:
- driving US 50 in Nevada, the “loneliest highway in America”
- having part of the RV catch fire in Utah (we put out the fire)
- riding the Pikes Peak cog railroad in Colorado
- playing basketball and fighting with our foster kid, Bob, at a church in Indiana
- visiting the Arch in St. Louis
- getting a really bad sunburn at King’s Island waterpark in Ohio
- competing in the “Bible Bowl” at the convention in Indy (basically a bible trivia contest)
- being dissed by the cute Ohio girl who gave me the stiff arm (she liked Bob instead)
- going to a Cincinnati Reds game
- seeing the Neil Armstrong museum
- camping at Yellowstone National Park
Four weeks and 6000 miles later, we all piled out of the RV. The aftermath included The Rileys headed for divorce within a year; Mrs. Riley eventually came to live with us; Bob and I hated each other, and he eventually moved out; and that I thoroughly enjoyed the trip but realized I was socially inept.
I told you that story so I could tell you this one:
Mr. Riley liked Pizza Hut, and we stopped at several along the way. One time there was a jukebox, and I saw something that would make everyone irritated. Soon, blasting through the speakers was Van Halen’s “Eruption”. Eddie Van Halen tapped and wailed and screamed through the Pizza Hut, and everyone was stunned. At the end A-mom asked “WHAT WAS THAT?” I just laughed.