When we went on long car rides, we would travel with granny smith apples in the back seat. I was unsure how I felt about this. On the one hand, apples are fun to toss around. On the other, this particular type of apple is bad to eat on an empty stomach because it makes the inside of you feel like it is made of acid. Also, when it got too hot, the apples would smell up the car. Like hot apples.
But sometimes my father would get mad. He would say"GODAMNIT!" more than once every five minutes, and my mother would turn around in the passenger seat and say, "Get your father an apple, he is having a blood sugar attack." My father can eat an entire apple in three bites.
We would play the radio, but when it rained and the wipers had to be turned on full-force, my parents would turn the music down because they had to "concentrate on the road."
We'd get to the mountains, or the beach, I would wake up and be glad to stretch around outside.