To the editor: I am 90 years old and I have been a licensed driver in California for 77 years, starting with a Junior operator license when I turned 13. I have never had a great accident, only a few fenders of fenders. I taught to drive for the National Guard of California and AARP. My wife and I have been in love and married for more than 50 years (“If a 7 -hour road trip through 5 does not ruin your marriage, nothing will.” July 1).
Our driving rules: there is no unnecessary conversation with the driver. Without driving distractions. The wife acts as a co -pilot: Head heads are welcome, as are personal needs requests. The routes are agreed before the trip begins. The food and food stops are made as the trip progresses. Radio control is shared. HVAC has separate controls for the driver and the passenger. The driver does not use the phone. Normally we do not wear passengers and, therefore, there are no conversations in the car.
My wife will not travel with other drivers and we have an agreement on my driving: when she believes that she should no longer drive, she will tell me and I will not argue with her. Conduct safely!
Ernest Salomon, Santa Barbara
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To the editor: When the son of public school teachers grow, I experienced road trips throughout my youth: the gas was cheap and the camp places abounded. Obviously, we did not have digital distractions and the places we went were all unique and representative of people who lived different lives than us in the suburbs. In addition, there were no chains of ubiquitous stores that looked equal to wherever we were going.
I would add a book to the guest collaborator Derek Mong's syllabus on the road trip in America (“The road trip: sublime, profane and [almost] regenerate,” July 3). That is “Blue Highways” by William William William-Lmo, a rich history of America in the 1980s and an exploration of the diversity of endemic cultures in our country.
Peggy Perry, Claremont
