One of my favorite memories of my parents is road trips. It's why my sister and I have no issue with hitting the road for quick jaunts...or long jaunts. Just as long as they're jaunts. And I'm talking about anything PLANNED. When we were kids, it was common on, say, a Friday afternoon for Dad to just say, "Hey, let's go somewhere." And somewhere was where we went. If he said that on a Sunday afternoon, that simply meant a drive in the country to see what we could see, but on a FRIDAY? Well, that meant we were spending the weekend at an "undisclosed location."