Back in high school we used to hack around doing stupid stuff. One of my favorite things was “The Road Rally”. It was kind of like a scavenger hunt, except in a car.
Imagine, if you will, a hoard of sixteen-year-olds who’d just learned to drive, tooling around town at unreasonable speeds, looking for markers that would determine the next clue toward a mysterious destination, all the while trying to look for short cuts.
It was my first year of high school and the first time a boy asked me to do something with him. I didn’t know what a Road Rally was at the time and I’m sure my parents didn’t either or they wouldn’t have let me go. (This was long before movies such as Cannonball Run.) But, when I told them it was sponsored by a church youth group, they figured it was okay. They dropped me off at the church parking lot where I met up with my “team” of two boys and two girls and the next thing I knew, we were piled into an old Chevy coupe with only a sheet of paper with cryptic instructions to guide us.
Turn up the radios, rev the engines and we’re off!
~Turn north out of the church parking lot. (Nobody told us we’d need a compass.)
~Turn west at the “coffee cup”. (In other words, look for a billboard or store sign with a coffee cup and hope you remember which direction is west.)
~Go as far as it takes to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and turn south. (Huh?)
~Turn south when you see a pond. (I thought we WERE going south!)
~Turn two blocks after you get the “OK”. (Who’s going to give us an ok?)
~When you get to the ninth green, turn east. (Seriously? Are we supposed to be driving ON a golf course? I don’t think that’s right.)
~Cut through the parking lot of the heathens. (I guess that would be the Unitarian Church… now we’re back on track!)
~After 3 blocks, turn West. (Do we count that alleyway?)
~Stop and get and Dilly Bar. Save the wrapper to prove you actually stopped. (The Dairy Queen, to be sure! Why didn’t we read that clue first and go straight to the DQ?)
~Turn north until you get to the big D. (That had to be the Dahl’s grocery store sign….or was it the lingerie store with the 36-D bra in the window? As I said, there were teenage boys involved!)
Anyway, you get the picture. Obviously I lived to tell the tale, but soon after “Road Rallies” went out of favor. Maybe it was all the lost hub caps and the mysterious dents put in our parents' cars. All I know is, it was my one and only road rally.
Good times! Good times!
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