Road trips are pretty cool. But, road trips while stoned are legendary. Being out on the open road, the wind in your hair, ashing a bowl right out the window, smoking a joint while driving and eating a cheeseburger… incorporates just about everything stoners hold dear; loud music, snacks, and being stoned.
Sober, road trips can be a real drag, man. You’ve seen all those ancient-80′s European Vacation movies, right? You know why those Griswolds had such a miserable fucking time? Sure that Bullshit Bullwinkle amusement park was closed and Gramma croaked and all. That bunk shit would kind of bum anyone out a li’l bit…but the real reason…the true reason those Griswold motherfuckers had such a terrible fucking time was because they were not stoned! Well, except for the daughter. She picked up some schwag from her cousin or something along the way. And, you know what…that was the fucking highlight of her trip.
Think about it, to a stoner a road trip is really pretty similar to a munchy run. It’s like one really long-ass drawn-out munchy run that never ends…
And, the wonderful advantages that puffing a joint brings to the perception of everyday life does wonders for road trips. It actually ensures that all road trips are epic. It’s a mandate. No…Marijuana is like insurance. It’s like built-in automatic fun insurance. You smoke a bowl and all of a sudden traffic becomes tolerable…shit it becomes the perfect opportunity to brush up on phonetics as you try and decipher all those obnoxious vanity plates. All of a sudden a flat tire becomes an advernturous adventure and that hit-and-run becomes the story you always tell at every party and always seems to start off with the phrase “This one time, I was soooo stoned…”.