Road Trip Movies Are Funny!

I’m currently sitting in a campervan on the side of the Brand Highway, WA, 30k out of a town called Dongara. Where? Don’t bother asking….. all you need to know is they have 32 degree heat and an abundance of flies.

I am grinning, because we’re having one of those incredibly shoddy road trip moments, and I feel I have the right to be amused, since (thankfully) I’m not to blame.

So far, the ‘National Lampoon's Vacation’ jokes (prompted by kids’ squabbles and various minor malfunctions) have been giggle-worthy, but our current situation might just bump us into the ‘all time road trip idiot’ category.

Let me set the scene:

55km ago, a Maui van drives through the one horse town of Leeman.

Husband looks at the less than impressive petrol station (which also doubles as the general store, DVD store, bait shop, newsagents – you get the picture) and says: ‘I think I’ll wait ‘til the next town to fuel up.’

Wife: ‘Really? Should we just get a little?’

Husband: ‘Nah, we’ll be fine.’

Factoring in reader intelligence, I don’t need to tell the rest of the story. I do, however, feel the need to say that I did not say ‘I told you so’.

[I did, however, hum the ‘Holiday Road…..’ tune as the Maui limped and coughed off the highway – where I now sit (on an angle) typing….)