When my Dad first joined the Navy, I had to travel in the back of a Pinto with no AC in the Summer, from South Carolina to California...twice. Good thing I was little and things like AC didn't bother me. Now would be an entirely different story.
Now for the funny part. Once we FINALLY got to San Diego, my parents wanted to drive over to Mexico to see how far away it was. (it was 3 miles) but when you're 7 years old you're thinking, "Driving to Mexico??? We JUST got here!" So I'm sitting in the back on the "hump" peering between my parents as usual and as we are riding up to the border, I see a sign that says, "Buses Taxis" and I moan loudly from the back seat, "OH NoooOO!!!" and my parents turn to look at me and say, "WHAT IS IT?" and I say, "WE'RE IN BUESUS TEXAS!!" lol Of course to this day, my Dad brings that up. Let me tell ya, to a little kid who's been in a car for a week, you don't want to be doin' no back trackin'. lol