Road Trips

I love road trips! Road trips with rollerbladers are a little different and they always vary to a certain extent. The things that will remain a constant are that you may never have the opportunity to shower, there will be hours of skating, skate videos, partying, and very little sleeping. So, if you're one of those girls that has to shower, do your hair, and put make up on a daily basis you may not want to join one of their road trips. There are the short trips where you drive a few hours and stay with friends where you pass out on their floor... those one's might be fine because you can shower and put on your face. I have been on a million of these trips. If you're lucky enough to have found another long time girlfriend of a rollerblader you can always find ways to entertain yourself that don't involve skating. There are the longer road trips like the one Smiley, Adam, and I made to Florida for the Hair Ball. We drove all night, didn't have a plan for a place to stay, sort of rested while watching skate videos, spent the next couple of days skating, I showered, and we went to the ball. There is where Adam locked the keys to my car in the trunk, fortunately someone had AAA and got them out. We spent so many hours upon days out skating, having no money, and eating hotdogs from the 7-11. By the time we left after being in 100+ degree weather with two rollerbladers that hadn't showered, my car smelled like ass. Pretty sure it smelled like that for weeks. Then there are those ridiculous road trips like the Colorado Road Trip. The first year my rollerblader moved here we went on the road trip. Driving all over the place, skating different parks, camping and partying all night. Fortunately I packed all kinds of things so we didn't have to stop for anything. You can't really stop because if you lose whoever you're following you're lost for good. Driving a car on empty down crazy windy roads in the middle of nowhere freaked me out to no end but fortunately someone else stopped at a gas station so all was well. It was a good experience, once. I partied a little too hard that weekend, ended up sliding down a mountain full of scorpions, twisting my ankle, and still raising all kinds of hell.