How to Survive a Road Trip with Your Younger Sister
Schedule the road trip with your sister for Monday, but cancel to hang out with a friend.
Reschedule for Thursday, right after you finish your nonfiction instruction guide for graduate school.
Be naturally excited to spend time with your sister as she checks out the unfamiliar route to a wedding she is videographing. Try to look cute so you don’t embarrass your sister and in case you meet any strangers. Be thankful she prepared the playlist and the snacks. Grab some water bottles on the way out the door.
Prepare the GPS as she drives your mom’s red Jeep. By the end of your very own road, be having a fantastic time. Comment to each other about this. Adjust the music. Laugh. Talk about silly and serious things. Reprogram the GPS for each stop and figure out how to attach it to the windshield. How come you didn’t know your GPS did that?
Travel to Alexander, Alden, Aurora, and sort of to some park where the party will take pictures. Discover the GPS voice is named Samantha and fail to know how to get a more sophisticated sounding voice. Splurge with Keebler snacks. Lose the top to your water bottle so you have to drink it all right away to avoid spilling.
Enjoy the ride as your sister pays attention to driving, her knuckles whiter than usual, and her level of exclamation about traffic exhilarating, as you leave the countryside and enter the suburbs and leave the suburbs to enter what you would call the city, merging and driving in three lanes that all travel in one direction. Watch out for semis and other dangerous looking vehicles. Encourage your sister about her driving, trying to use something you learned in graduate school about the growth mindset.
You see the baby blue bridges popping out of the ground ahead and realize it’s time to hand your sister four quarters. You travel up, up, up, and then down again, commenting on the beautiful river and the bikers, as your sister focuses on the road. You are both thankful that Samantha, the GPS, tells you to take the first exit on Grand Island, because traffic is becoming congested.
Arrive swiftly at the Grand Island Boat Club. Consider walking around so your sister can get a feel for the wedding video, but decide it’s named a private boat club for a reason. Consult Samantha on nearby stops for ice cream. You have come all this way! She provides a list of several. Decide on Grumpy’s even though it’s not a chain you’ve heard of like Tim Horton’s Coldstone. It’s only five miles away and on the way home. Up, up, up, and down over the bridge you travel, both of you relieved that it doesn’t cost another dollar to get off the island. You wonder if Grumpy’s is perhaps a Snow White and the seven dwarfs theme. Admire your sister’s driving abilities in the traffic. You sit up straighter as you remember that the kid you used to sit by in band was killed last week in a car crash.
As you near Grumpy’s, start making comments about if it is in a sketchy area of town, you could just keep driving and find a different place in Buffalo. You’ve done that before….in the small and familiar city of Batavia. Notice that the light is green at the intersection as your sister pulls through…
Suddenly, you are spinning, spinning, watching your sister hang on to the steering wheel, and thinking about the saucer cup ride at the amusement park. The Jeep arrives sideways in the lane facing the wall by the curb. See cars advancing towards you, and yell at your sister to back up and get out of the lane. Wonder why she says no. Notice that you are shaking like you are freezing cold. Hear a man bang on the driver’s side window.
Pick up your sister’s hot pink phone to call 911. Realize you don’t know how to use your sister’s phone to dial numbers. Frantically find your phone. Your sister is backing up and getting out of the lane with the help of the man who banged on the window. The 911 man on the phone asks your location. Realize that you have no idea if you are going in or out of the city and that all the street signs are too far away to read. Ask if you can call him back, since you realize this is probably very frustrating for him, after you find out where you are. Promise him that you and your sister are okay. Tell him you don’t know about the man you just noticed in a crumpled pick-up truck. The 911 man doesn’t let you hang up. Hand the phone to a man on the street and command him to tell 911 where you are. He hands the phone to a woman in an orange shirt.
Your sister is calling your mom, which you think is a bad idea at this very moment. The woman in the orange shirt hands the phone back to you. You look for the licenses and registration while your sister calls your grandfather, since your mom didn’t answer. He is hard of hearing which adds some comic relief to the situation. YES, WE WERE IN A CAR ACCIDENT, she says emphatically. Remember Jesus then, and ask Him for help. Realize later that God was watching over everything.
Exit the vehicle and shake hands with the man and orange-shirted woman who are on the sidewalk. For some reason, you love them very much and want to be their best friends. Shake hands with the man in the white truck. His lip is bleeding, but he is okay. He is gracious and depressing as he explains how he ran the red light when his brakes failed. You are so thankful that he is okay and you and your sister are okay. He is too. Exchange information as he relays his whole life story about the car accident he was in on the other side of the road and about how his wife just got in a car accident in Florida. He uses some choice words as he explains that his boss is coming. His crumpled truck was a company vehicle.
The man who banged on the window and the woman in the orange shirt help you look for your license plate, which you think fell off, but looking at the Jeep a second time you realize you were just confused.
The man who banged on the window and woman in the orange shirt sprint away when the police arrive. You wonder about this. The tall police man shakes your hand and asks if you are okay. You say that you are, thank him for coming, and tell him you are just scared. The short man asks for your information. Stand on the sidewalk with the tall policeman and your sister. Watch the cars go by with gawking people inside. Talk on the pink phone with your dad. You know how to answer it, just not dial on it. Lock up the Jeep because random people are walking by, opening the doors and looking inside.
Two tow truck drivers arrive and offer to tow you. You feel uneasy about their eagerness. One man is about your age without a wedding ring. The tall police officer recommends free towing with AAA. He relays the whole situation to your dad on your sister’s pink phone, calling him sir and making everyone feel reassured and secure. Be extra thankful for police at this moment. The tall police officer asks you what you were doing in this part of town. Your sister explains about the wedding trial drive to Grand Island. You tell him about your search for this cute place called Grumpy’s Ice Cream that you found on the GPS. He just looks at you.
You notice that the man in the truck that is smashed looks increasingly distressed. He leans on the telephone poll and tells you that he is going to be an old maid and just stay at home watching television. Wish him the best of luck as his truck is towed. The police volunteer to wait 45 minutes with you for the AAA towing. You and your sister sit in the Jeep consoling each other.
The tow truck driver tells you the car is not drive-able for long distances. He says he is eager to drive 45 minutes to take us home so he doesn’t have to do any other jobs for the day. The police leave in a hurry when their radio explodes with static.
The tow truck driver tells you Grumpy’s Ice Cream doesn’t exist because he’s never heard of it before. He tells you that it’s a terrible part of town. You tell him about the man who helped you get off the road and the woman in the orange shirt. He says they helped you because you were white. Wonder at that a long time because that’s not how it is in your town.
The tow truck driver tells you that you are saving on gas traveling around with him. He tells you how he owns wolves and beat up his grandma’s realtor. Feel thankful you’ve been to Guatemala where people don’t use seatbelts since the tow truck doesn’t offer three. Smile in the video camera posted on the dashboard that says the cab is monitored with video and audio recording for your protection. Since you still don’t know where you are, a smile will encourage the people who use the video to look for you when you are kidnapped. Begin to relax once you start watching the GPS take you home. Actually, there are two GPS machines that talk simultaneously. Hold on to your sister on all the sharp corners since you aren’t strapped to the vehicle. Tell the driver that this was quite the road trip.
Finally look at the Jeep when you arrive at the body shop and realize it’s kind of terrible. If you had been 2 seconds earlier in the intersection, it would have been unthinkable. Your mom hugs you and you are thankful to be reunited with her. Go home and eat spaghetti.
Realize that your sister remembers more of the accident than you do. She can’t get the crash out of her head. You try to remember the crash sound but just remember spinning. She says it’s okay that you don’t remember being in a car crash, but you know it’s really not okay since being in a car crash matters to her. Wonder what else you can’t remember in twenty-four years. Wonder if you are heartless since you didn’t think to remember the crash.
Wake up the next day sore and write a blog post for grad school about your experience. How convenient that you process things by writing in the second person anyway. Hope you reported everything accurately and with dignity.