LOL…

I can’t believe these things are still around, but they are…

I wonder how long the grandkids will play this before they get bored/go to sleep… I wonder how many people would have played this game over the years?

Did you???


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LOL… — 18 Comments

  1. We used to play “I spy With My Little Eye.”, And “License Plate Bingo.” Oh, and “Punch Buggy.”

    But the best game was…”Kids, let’s see who can keep quiet the longest.”

  2. When we would visit my grandmother in Pennsylvania our great aunt would make up a shoebox for each of us for the drive home (to the west coast). It had individually wrapped gifts inside which were generally little car games and other fun stuff. Each shoebox had enough little gifts to open one each day. My mum knew exactly when the novelty of sitting in the car would wear off and announce that it was time to pick something out of our shoebox. Fun ensued for at least a half hour or so each day. My aunt was brilliant.

  3. When I was a kid – a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away – we had something similar. But it was nowhere near as fancy as a tiny whiteboard with markers. It was basically pencil and cardboard. The things on the board were also all attainable. For example – nothing like “mountains”. After all, what if your trip is from Topeka to Omaha? Wind turbines weren’t a thing back then, and “Radiation sign”? Really? I have never seen one of those from the open road.

    And as Mike says above, “I spy With My Little Eye.”, And “License Plate Bingo.” were more popular, but pre-interstate, you were not likely to see a lot of different license plates outside of the nearby area. “Punch Buggy.” didn’t come along until my daughter’s preteen years. (I happily played along with that one if my wife was doing the driving.)

  4. On a long cross country road trip, my little brother, at age three!) invented a game. He called it, Nickle Knuckle.

    All players repeatedly say nickle knuckle as fast as they can. The first person to stumble either owes a nickle or gets a knuckle (punch in the arm).

  5. We played “Stay in the back and don’t bother your parents else I’ll pull off to the side of the road and make you walk.”

    Only happened once. We walked about a mile until we crested a small hill and there was the family station wagon.

    Other than that, we had some games but since Dad liked travelling at night (because it was the days of cars not having A/C) mostly we slept.

  6. All- Thanks, and yes, punch buggy, I spy, and license plate bingo were ‘favorites’. Sadly, they have removed roadkill and some of the more ‘realistic’ ones…

  7. Reminds me of watching for the Burma-Shave signs on our every-5-weeks run between New Orleans and Opelousas. PRAYED for more of them and that they would change. Neither ever happened in all those years.

  8. we had “sit back, shut up, and don’t make me pull this car over.” dull game, but i only lost once. had to ride the rest of the way laying on my stomach.

  9. As an only child, the annual trip twixt Rockford, IL and Walnut Ridge, AR was rather quiet. (additional morbid semi-drunken comment has been backspaced into oblivion as to not be a buzz-kill).

    I loved those Burma Shave signs! Someone has copied the style and posted gun-friendly rhymes south of Rockford, IL on I-39N. Woo-hoo! (Boy, did I receive a frosty silence when I voiced support for the gun-friendly sentiment)

    • I-90 through South Dakota has a few attractions, like Wall Drug, 1880 Town, Reptile Gardens, and Firehouse Brewing, that are sign-happy, some with signs hundreds of miles out. Old South Barbecue Ranch in Clewiston, FL used to be like that. Meramec Caverns in Missouri was like that, too, and retains some of them. Though fewer than in the heyday of Route 66.

      • “See Rock City” was the one most ubiquitous to my childhood. You still see them around.

        Mail Pouch tobacco was another one. It was on barns all over the south.

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