My parents often on Sunday afternoons would pack us kids in the car and visit my grandparents who lived in Talladega at the time. Without fail, I would get car sick on the way. The old Hwy 77 was notoriously crooked, and I had to sit in the back seat with older brother and sister. My younger brother sat in the front because he was smaller, I guess. My parents never seemed to connect my car sickness with sitting in the back seat. Of course, I can remember trying to read which wasn't too smart either. Now, the highway is basically straight. Just to revisit the old curves and landscape, I often drive Idaho Road which incorporates the old portion of the highway. The rerouting of this tract of property was a BIG DEAL, creating no small stir within our world, and I don't believe I've had a bout of motion sickness since. I always consider myself home at this point.
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