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Going for a Sunday drive
A Sunday drive
Parkways were built in urban areas so we could take pleasant, leisurely family drives
while enjoying park-like scenery. When's the last time you recall doing this?

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Posted by CJ at 6:01 am (PST) on Fri January 29, 2021   
@Duff - Besides the beautiful scenery - the fun of reading Burma Shave signs.
Posted by Duff at 5:28 pm (PST) on Thu January 28, 2021   
These days (at least in the San Francisco Bay area), high sound walls along the freeways Block the view to the side, so passengers have nothing interesting to look at and every road looks like every other road.  If it weren't for the road signs and GPS, you'd have no idea where in the world you were.
Posted by GlenEllyn at 1:07 pm (PDT) on Fri June 30, 2017   
I too, recall that "going for a drive" was an activity unto itself. The eight of us would pile into the station wagon and usually head to the local arboretum. Many families in our area did the same.

I suspect that most kids today would be bored out of their minds or would be tuned into a movie playing on the car's DVD player. It's a shame that these days more folks don't enjoy the simple pleasures.
Posted by CJ at 1:45 pm (PDT) on Sun May 17, 2015   
Aaaah Yeah! And if we were lucky - dad would pull into an A&W where the car-hop brought us a "frosty mug" of root beer. Remember those child size mugs?
Posted by Bob Matthews at 3:48 pm (PDT) on Thu July 10, 2014   
"Let's go for a ride" were among the happiest words a kid could hear Dad say.
Posted by Neil Wellen at 5:50 pm (PST) on Wed November 9, 2011   
When I was a kid "going for a ride" was an activity unto itself. It didn't necessarily have anything to do with arriving at a destination. My mom would say to my dad, "Let's go for a ride". I'd sit in the back seat of our 1947 Plymouth and stare out of the back window as the scenery whizzed by. The white noise of the wind rushing by the open windows competed with the thin sound of some obscure big band playing through the AM radio. Occasionally the faint aroma of skunk or wet tar or the dreaded farm would color the experience. Thanks for the memory.

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