SoCS – Are We Almost There?

“Are we almost there?” How many times did I say that on a road trip with my family? I honestly have no idea, but I’m sure I drove my dad crazy with it. Having gone on several road trips in the past month, I’ve had cause to think about the difference between driving through a desert as a child and driving through the desert behind the wheel.

As a child sitting in the back seat of a car driving interminable miles, there were only so many things to do, especially when I was growing up. We didn’t have iPads or phones to pass the time. Reading only helped a little bit and you could only sleep so much before you were just closing your eyes and listening to the car whizzing down the road and the shuffling of bodies in the car. I was also thinking it could have had something to do with the fact that the speed limit has increased exponentially from the time I was a kid, but to be honest, most people, even back then, ignored the posted speed limit signs.

Regardless, one hour melted into the next and it always seemed to take forever to get from one place to the next. I was thinking it probably had something to do with the fact that the driver and the front seat passenger had the ability to see the signs on the roadside and could see how many miles to the next town. I think knowing how far you’ve come and how far you have to go helps the time go faster. Granted, someone sitting in the backseat can also see the signs, but as a kid, no one really tells you to look for those.

I remember wondering as a child how my dad always knew what to say. “How much longer, Dad” always got a response such as, “About an hour.” I always took him at his word, but somewhere in my teenage years I started to seriously doubt what he was saying. How does he know, I would ask myself. He can’t possibly know how much longer we have.

I feel like an idiot that I just barely figured it out, but as I was driving to get my daughter from Cedar City last weekend, I realized that if I’m going 80 miles an hour, it would take me a little over an hour to go 100 miles. Basic math, really, but it’s made easier that it’s 80 rather than 55, or 65. Zeros are so much easier to calculate in your head. Or maybe it’s just been that long since I was in school.

I don’t know if I like the process as an adult. I still love road trips, but I felt like I had this constant dialogue in my head. Okay, now it’s raining and I had to slow down to 60, which is going to add ten more minutes, so now I won’t get there until… I was more exhausted from my own thoughts than the actual drive. Sometimes I want to be a kid again so I could have the luxury of asking, “Are we almost there” and after getting a response, going back to my mindless sleeping or reading or watching the endless miles fly by my window.

SoCS is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was “almost.” Feel free to click the link and join in.



16 thoughts on “SoCS – Are We Almost There?

  1. I got so tired of my eldest son asking “how much longer” when he was little that I’d say “20 minutes,” no matter how long it was going to take. Now that he’s an adult we joke about it – everything takes 20 minutes. ๐Ÿ˜›
    Thanks for making the ride down memory lane part of SoCS, Helen! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  2. Oh this so much reminds me of the trips my family used to take in our van. We drove to Florida from Ontario, Canada. I probably asked that question hundreds of times. I have never driven, but you are right. There is a difference.

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  3. Loved this imagery. “just closing your eyes and listening to the car whizzing down the road and the shuffling of bodies in the car” Took me right back to the backseat of the car listening with my eyes closed on long car trips when I was little.

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  4. I loved it. So very well thought out. Do you remember how we used to pass the time? Singing songs and playing the alphabet game. Love you sweet girl!!

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