We’re talking about our favorite mode of transportation this week. My least favorite? A horse.
Now that that is out of the way, I will admit to never traveling on a real train or a subway. I have one vague recollection of a trip on a trolley car when I was very little. Not the San Fran tourist one; but a real public transport in Washington, DC.I could not have been older than 3, and I was with my aunt. We didn’t go far, I imagine.
I went with another aunt on a fairly long bus trip. It was a chartered bus and there were no troublesome characters, but it wasn’t my favorite trip. It did have the riding/driving advantage of being able to see around us. Since that was my only trip, (so far), to New York City, I would rather have been bussed around the U.N. and the old buildings with the apartments on top and the shops in the basements than to have flown in. (I’d fly now.)
I like to fly. I have not flown in quite a few years. I was ill twice on flights, (not the plane’s fault, but turbulence did not help), and I had two potential disasters, but we’re covered these in previous posts.
I wouldn’t mind flying often, despite a few bad experiences.
I do love traveling by car. If you are with the right people, you can stop when you want, you can make side trips and you can control the climate.
And you can see everything!
I have made big moves and drove/ rode each time. Maryland to Virginia; Virginia to Idaho; Idaho to Colorado; Colorado to Kentucky. We drove all over Colorado when we were there. We drove all over the Washington, DC area when we lived there, too, to the mountains or to the beach or boating.
I LOVED boating! I have not been on a big cruiser and I don’t think I’d like to be on a mega-ship, but I did enjoy my time on the Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries, then out to the Atlantic. I loved piloting the boats. I enjoyed seeing no land and I enjoyed seeing /landing at places that I could never have traveled to in any other mode. What a thrill! I never should have let myself become land-locked.
I still enjoy traveling by car, but I can no longer drive very far anymore. I did most, if not all, of the driving on the long moves. I love the open road! Even when the scenery through the Midwest was only corn, corn, hogs, corn, corn, cows, corn, hogs, corn, it was fun. I could not imagine making the trip through prairie in a covered wagon.
I don’t belong in a past century!
And although I have been on the back of a motorcycle a few times, there is no way I would agree to a long trip on one, not even when I was young. But, you know, I have seen very few young people on motorcycles in many years. It is mostly 60+ yr olds around here; 50s, at least. Maybe motorcycles are no longer economical modes of transportation….or maybe the younger folk have gotten too smart!
We have a number of serious bicyclists that pass through here, even though they have not completed the Bourbon Trail for bikes and it is scary on some of the narrow local roads. That way is also out; I never learned to ride a bike.
I think I touched on a few that weren’t mentioned this week. Any comments or ideas?
as a kid and a younger man, I always loved being in the water or on it.
My brother had a wooden pirogue and I later got a wooden jon boat. No trailers, though, so we could only take them out when a parent was with us.
Later, I briefly possessed a different wooden jon boat, which I patched and painted.
Still later, I was given a 12 ft canoe by my dad. We only were able to take it out a few times, because it was quite a hassle to get it to the water. I’ve always envied those folks who live on or near the water and can keep their boat on shore or in a boat slip.
I should have stayed in the area and shot for my dream…a place near Annapolis on the water.
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Never thought about boat travel – but that’s how my family and I came to America! I was not quite a year old, and mom says I learned to walk during that two-week trip. She also says that’s why I’m so clumsy. I rode on a motorcycle once – that was enough for me. I can ride a bike, as long as it’s an old fashioned one with the back pedal brake, and not the hand brakes. And during the last bus trip I went on, I got carsick – and I was one of the chaperones!
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Oh, no good. I am sorry about the bus.That must have been embarrassing, too.
Still have your sea legs? Love it!
I just remembered — I also rode on a NYC subway… in 1964 when my dad drove us to NJ where he stayed for a couple of weeks (for a seminar at Rutgers).
I agree with your comment about being near the water. Which is kinda funny for me since I don’t like to swim and am ambivalent about sea-faring vessels. When we were considering grad schools, one of my choices was Iowa. The thought of not having a large lake or ocean nearby was a bit claustrophobic. I went to U of Washington instead.
I have only ridden as far as 30 miles away on a motorcycle. It was fun until we got caught in a downpour on the highway. I wouldn’t want to travel by motorcycle.