My first "road trip" was with my best buddy Andrew, from my hometown (Waco TX) to Norman, OK in a 1997 Ford Taurus. I have no fucking clue how we didn't get lost as I didn't even have a cell phone, more or less a GPS. Then again, it was a pretty straight forward drive. The parts that I remember anyways. I think we almost died only like 4 times. We were supposed to stay for a couple of days but he got a call from his girlfriend sobbing about her friend who broke her arm and wanted to come back after being there for only like 3 hours. I think thats when our friendship started to fall apart. He was always a bitch.
Anyways, good times.