We sang to the radio and played the license plate game…how many different states could you spot on the ride. My parents were the type to go on Sunday rides just for fun and then eat dinner at a fancy restaurant. I used to get carsick in the back seat and hated every minute of it. It didn’t help that my parents were smokers and only cracked the windows open an inch. Also, the seatbelts were tucked under the seats so I was rolling around in the back.
As an adult, I read books. I don’t get carsick, but I wear my seatbelt, and nobody is smoking.