In the days before fast-food, roadside picnics were the highlight of every road trip (pic from 1958 family vacation)
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In the days before fast-food, roadside picnics were the highlight of every road trip (pic from 1958 family vacation)
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Grandma in IL would have a cooler full of Ramblin Root Beer and Cokes in tall glass bottles and plenty of turkey and Swiss sandwiches and pretzels.
Can you imagine doing this now? You would have douchebag throw a halve empty Jack in the box soda at you as they were driving by while filming it for TikTok.
Mom would always grab fried chicken from Albertson’s. Smelling it until we got to where we were going to eat was torture.
That’s a 1960 Chevrolet station wagon
Literally roadside. Not even pull into a picnic or rest area?
Me and the boys are doing a roadside picnic.. tomorrow!
Back then, people would often just leave their trash right there on the side of the road after a picnic.
The china coffee cups are what makes it.
Love the quality of this picture!
And none of them looks over 300lbs.
Awesome
We still do this, but not literally on the side of the road.
And then the mountain lions come. And feast.
Cougar: “yeah I’ll take a family with a side of food.”
Society: “a number three, coming up.”
Our stop for lunch was always at a rest area and we had what our Mom packed in the picnic basket.
The only way baloney sammiches tasted better was if we were fishing.
My mom made these little sausage and cheese sandwiches on brown n serve rolls for every road trip. I was a 70s kid. One of those and a big glass bottle of RC cola was a treat. We traveled a lot because we didn’t live near family. All hail the 1976 Nova with the deep back window ledge where my brother took his naps!
In our 99 Honda CRV, the spare tire cover was a square plastic table with legs that folded down. Honda probably had something like this on their minds when they included it.
Sure bud. 1958 with a 1960 Chevrolet station wagon.
We did this in the late 70s and early 80s even. Mom would pack stuff for sandwiches, and we’d eat apples and carrots and cookies on the side of the road, and Kool-aid out of a Thermos.
Keep an eye out for the semi driver who’s fallen asleep
40 years ago, there were roadside picnic areas not just on interstate highways, but on backroads state highways as well. Over time, the less visited rest areas on the backroads turned into after dark liaison spots for horny people, and one by one they got shut down as being “common nuisance.” So sad.
That’s what we did
That seems better
You’re parents were driving a 1960 Chevrolet in 1958,you’re a LIAR.
The Strugatsky brothers wrote a nice novel about this from the perspective of the ants.
“Eww, the dog peed on the sandwiches!!”
Meh. *munch munch*
We live in north central PA, so there are tons of state parks all around. Whenever we travel, we always pack picnic lunches. Hoagies (yes that is what they are called here ) some salad, chips, and sodas. You can always find picnic tables around. It is much more relaxing, and healthy during a pandemic. It is all about the journey, not the destination.
Id love to have that station wagon today!
Today is the one year anniversary of my grandma dying from Covid, and I’d like to share one of my favorite stories about her. My details are fuzzy but you’ll get the idea.
In the 60’s my rockhound grandparents would drag their teenaged kids on road trips along the South West in a station wagon not unlike this. They had an old WWII-era tent, which was basically grease-coated canvas that stunk in the heat, so they’d usually just sleep on a tarp on the ground, under the stars.
They were not early risers and would always hit the road late in the day, which meant they would arrive at their destination after dark. On one such occasion, my grandpa wasn’t feeling well and wanted to rest, so he asked my grandma to drive, instructing her to pull into a specific campground and then wake him up. She followed his directions and then awoke him to set up camp in the pitch black of a moonless desert night.
As my mother tells it, then next morning they were awoken by the sound of honking motorists, and when they sat up and looked around, they realized they were mere feet off a major highway, behind them a huge sign welcoming them to *Zion National Park*.
My grandma had made camp on essentially the front lawn of a national park, right by the gate where you pay to get in.
Covid sucks. Call your Me-Maw and your Papa now!
They still can be and often should be.
This is missed.
Great car!
” Clark, where’s the dog? Didn’t you tie him to the bumper before we started?”
I went on a road trip on 2021 to Colorado. passed through the grand canyon. nothing was so relaxing as watching a condor fly through that giant chasm as I ate my sandwich. people should jeep this kind of thing up.
Shit my folks wouldn’t go to fast food places on road trips in the 80s and 90s. We had a cooler and would stop at rest stops and have sandwiches.
MMm, loud noise, car exhaust and the risk of being run over while eating a sandwich. Enticing!
I don’t think I’ve ever been quite so smacked in the head by nostalgia before.
In Florida there were little huts with a picnic table inside where you could pull of and eat your sammich.
When they say roadside they mean it