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I remember crowding into the back of a yellow 1978 F-100 one evening with a handful of friends and riding all the way from Opelika to Columbus. It was fun, and I never gave it a second thought, because it was so common.

Now as I do give it a second thought, it brings a smile to my face. What made it even better was that we piled into that truck to go watch wrestling. That’s back when it was “real.”

Our trip was around 30 miles, one way. I was curious as to what my other friends fondly remembered, so I posed the question on Facebook. These are a snippet of the replies.

» Seriously rode from Chattanooga to Gadsden. Pure hell.

» It must have been 1983 or 84, Scottsbluff, Neb., to Yellowstone Park and back, about 880 miles. Sitting on aluminum chase lounge chairs!

» Beauregard, Ala., to Mannford, Okla., with four siblings on artificial turf for extra cruel padding.

» Opelika to Panama City Beach every year. It did have a camper shell. And a mattress. We loved every second.

» From Dadeville to Atlanta to Six Flags and back home…left @ 6 a.m. and got back home around 3 a.m.

» From Opelika to Orlando and back with my feet hanging off the tailgate.

» Opelika to Gulf Shores. Sunburned and wind chapped by the time we got there.

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