One of my children came home from college over the weekend, and in preparation for an upcoming road trip I decided to show her the classic summer film Vacation. She was less than impressed. She rolled her eyes and said "It was interesting." in that way that she does when I do something that old people do. That's fine.
I've been looking at Yahoo Maps to try and figure out how the Griswold's got lost in East St. Louis. It's a mystery. It was daytime when they arrived downtown near Memorial Drive heading west on 70, so that means they had to double back east-bound then head south and arrive there at night 2 miles away. Maybe they stopped at the Wax Museum at Laclede's Landing or grabbed a pizza and some toasted ravioli from Imo's or went in search of a gooey butter cake and that footage ended up on the cutting room floor. I don't know, but that's what I would have done.
Anyway, since I'm old and a dad and I often go on road trips, I can relate to poor Clark Griswold. I'm often in search of gigantic balls of string or houses made of mud. That's why you go on road trips.
I watched National Lampoon's Vacation on pay-per-view. Here's a trailer: