The Retired Bloke

Road Trip

I used to love a good road trip

To destinations far and wide

A week in Cornwall always quite hip

An excited family by your side


My wife always the map reader

Plotting the position along the route

An occasional wrong turn to deceive her

An infrequent expletive to boot


The kids in the back quite bored

“Are we there yet?” the regular cry

“Please be quiet” we both implored

“Dad I need to wee” came the reply


There was little to entertain us

An occasional game of eye spy

First one in the car to spot a bus

Anything to get us by


Speeding along at your own pace

Nothing to slow you down

The Sunday driver the only disgrace

Driving like a clown


Today the world’s so different

Speed cameras to catch you out

Always feel quite innocent

When speed limits you do flout


Then there’s the awful sat navigation

A battle axe worse than the wife

Taking us to some dodgy destination

Where I never been in my life


I used to love a good road trip

To destinations far and wide

But now frustrated  I’ll let rip

At congested roads I can’t abide!




  • Laura

    Retired Bloke,

    An excellent, nostalgic read!

    This writing of yours is so relatable! Right now my mind is being flooded by the many memories of my family’s road trips! I enjoyed them and I miss them!


  • orchidee

    You back now, or that sat nav sent you to Timbuktu?!

  • Goldfinch60

    You are so right TRB, driving used to be such a pleasure. I too had the wife (trying) to read a map, once I said hour far is the next turning, she replied "About half an inch".
    Very good nostalgic write.

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