The Best Worst Trip Ever. Eve never been a fan of road trips very much, but when It involves getting a free car, who could say no? It all had started with me visiting my family in Alas Vegas. My grandpa’s best friend loved the fact that I was going Into the Navy, and as a graduation present, felt I had deserved a car. So my dad had agreed to go on the road trip from Nevada, to Michigan, with me. A two day trip he wanted to make It, but my dad and I have never had the greatest luck. I had felt that this would be a good opportunity for my father and I to bond, and also there was no way my mother would et me take this trip on my own.
So a week had passed by, and my dad was going to be at the airport soon. As I was driving to pick him up, for the first time I had felt like a man. On my own, and really if I wanted to, could’ve drove anywhere I felt like, but I knew I had a responsibility of picking up my father. So instead of following my dream, living off the land in the west would have to wait. As I was picking up my father to start our cross-country trip, we had no clue the bad news that lay ahead of us. I found my dad at the airport; we exchanged uncomfortable hugs, and got right on the highway.
My dad had a plan of going about 700 miles In three days. That would be enough time to stop and sleep at hotels too. We got all the way to Utah before we had gotten tired, and pulled over Inn a little town, that should’ve just been called “bad luck. ” Little did we know, we’d be stuck here for a while. My dad had woken up first, and with the noise from the shower, had made me enjoy an early morning with him as well. By the time we were up, packed, and ready to leave, it had to of been about nine in the morning. We got to my car, and everything from the outside was looking, and seemed fine.
As we got in the car I said, “I’ll drive the first half, cool? ” My father had no arguments there, still being Jet lagged from 16 hours ago. I put the keys in the ignition, turned them, and nothing happened. We tried for a good hour, trying to figure out If It needed a Jump, or If It was going to be an easy fix. After realizing this may be a serious problem, we called a tow truck to take It to a local mechanic. Just being at the mechanic for half an hour, he was ready to give us the verdict. A broken fuel line and they would have to order the part that would be there in a week.
My first reaction was, as if my life was over, this would’ve been my third car to give up on me. I took a look at my dad; his reaction was the exact opposite. Right away he had tried cheering me up. Saying, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll find plenty of things to do son. ” I had not realized then, but now I wish I could relive that week I had with my father. I was a teenager, and was too obsessed with materialistic things. So due to the predicament we had gotten ourselves into, my dad did something unexpected to me.
He had rented a car and we started our way to Arizona, to see the Grand Canyon. I had never seen a piece of the country so beautiful till this day. We had not even made It to the Grand Canyon yet; this had Just been the drive there. The rock formations would have giant holes you could drive through, as If you were going into another world. It was spectacular how they went from a dull grey color falling rocks were not very reassuring with the luck we previously had. Hours had pasted, but we had finally made it to one of the wonders of the world.
Although I think my dad wished he could watch it from the parking lot. My dad had been very terrified of heights, so he didn’t agree with me leaning over the viewpoints. I don’t think I’ll ever understand that love a parent has for their child till I have one of my own. I was not willing to Just enjoy the fact that I was having a good time with my father that week, and now looking back at it; I feel as though I’m running out of time with my father. If only my dad knew how much that trip had meant to me, I’d feel a lot better about how bad I treated my parents.