What's your favorite road trip memory?
When I was a child we would take a lot of road trips out west when I would visit my father for the summers. My favorite memory was visiting Four Corners. We pulled up well after 8 PM and I ran out and laid spread eagle, so my torso what in the middle and each limb was in a state. The guard, or whoever he was that "manned" the area looked at me like I was stark raving crazy. Maybe I was, but I fulfilled my dream.
