http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5tKj0aBDc . So we did! Well, in our case it was in a Dodge. Five of us crammed into that un-air conditioned car and in 1958, we followed the route of the old wagon trains to California. My Mom managed the sick bags and a confusing assortment of AAA guides that rated the sparse motels dotted across the map. My Dad, trip-planning master and the only licensed driver, smoked a pipe while navigating a spaghetti dish of bumpy back roads that connected one dusty town to the next in the pre-Interstate Highway era. And my U.K. readers should find it amusing that it was WW II General Dwight D. Eisenhower's experiences and frustrations with England's narrow, twisting, unmarked roads that induced him to champion probably the most important legislation of his presidential career - the National Interstate and Defense Highways Act of 1956. On, I do thank you, Mr. President! No more sick bags, no more peeing in the bushes, brown bag picnics along the prickly roadside, or staying at a Bate's Hotel. Don't you think if Americans once again hit the road and hop on over to another state, they would get to know their neighbors and find out they have more in common than the contentious rhetoric from Washington D.C. would lead us to believe? America is still asking you to call!