The exception to my rule of only-riding-in-the-front-seat-or-get-the-barf-bag-ready memories goes way back to grade school days. Living on a farm meant riding the bus every day, there was no other notion of getting to school otherwise. I have vivid memories of the kids on the bus that circled our area finding our seats way to the back and urging Pat, our driver for many years, to make a good speedy run for the railroad crossing so we could see how high we would fly off the seats when we hit the rails! It was kind of a game, and sometimes Pat would go along with us, even though he was legally required to stop at the tracks. I suppose he could have been fired for doing that, and totally endangered our lives, but he was our favorite driver!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit that my previous post about my applique and knitting on wheels did not include the information that I was drugged in order to accomplish this! Yes, I have long detested the fact that I am a weakling when it comes to motion sickness, and had to admit that it was not going to be cured by mind over matter. This is why God created people able to make pharmaceuticals! Bonine to the rescue! There is no way I would have been able to tolerate riding in the back of the bus, let alone try to sew, knit or read, without chemical help. Even though we were on a terrifically comfortable bus that floated down the highway, there was no lack of bumps and sway, especially in the back end. I have always, for as long as I remember, had problems with motion sickness, so have learned to seek out the front seat if I am not driving. With my mature years, I am happy to say that I can now at least do some knitting or stitching if the road is relatively straight. Reading, even maps, while moving is still an invitation for trouble for me.