(c) 1995 Michael Boer. All rights reserved. | |
| I have a memory of a time when I was very young, less than 3-years-old, of riding in the backseat of my grandfather's Ford, mile after mile, with the hot, clear Dakota sun pouring through the windows onto my lap. That ride was, perhaps, my first experience with what my mom called "car sickness." | |
| There is something about travel by motor vehicle... something that can make me really sick. I have to "keep my eyes on the road." But once I learned that trick, and particularly, once I had my own license to drive, I was hit by a different kind of travel bug, which I affectionately call "motion sickness." I'm OK -- as long as I keep my eyes on the road. | |