Who are you asking??? This thread was started way back almost 17 years ago in 2009, and the last time @Tom_and_Ray were Seen was Oct 24, 2011…
The long timers will have more info as to what happened…
@sj2128845_196054 The actual show ended in 2012 and Tom has passed away.
I could relate my own experiences with a road trip from h e l l, but I’m pretty sure that I already contributed that experience many years ago, and I have no intention of scrolling through 500+ posts in order to see if I did mention anything.
Any road trip is a trip from he77 when the primary driver (in my case Dad) insisted that we were not lost, yet I, at the age of 7, had the maps in the back seat to prove we were.
He loathed maps, and loathed me using them to prove we were going the opposite way of which we should have been. He also would never stop into a gas station for directions, even if we actually needed gas. Not the “manly” thing to do, lol! He’d just pay for the fill-up, and keep driving the wrong way.
In 1983, for our third trip to Wildwood NJ, I began to see signs indicating we were approaching Bear Mountain and the Bear Mountain Bridge. Sure enough, in my Rand McNally Road Atlas, there it was: we had taken the nortbound exit off route 287 after the Tappan Zee Bridge, instead of the southbound.
After an hour going the wrong way, Dad finally relented, and we exited Rout 9 and got back on, going the correct way.
Now who’s the one who can’t find their way out of their own driveway, and uses phone maps all time?
Yours truly!
(An older thread as some may complain, but a fun one for sure)
Yeah I maybe already related and not going to read everything. I can’t think of many bad trips, but my folks and us were coming back from my sisters in KC. About a 400 mile trip. I had my diesel olds with about only 20k on it so still pretty new to me. I stopped in desmoines for fuel and noticed the pump seemed to be pulling from an empty tank. 200 miles to go. After about 80 miles the car would not go faster than about 20. I stopped at a truck stop but no mechanic on Sunday night, so we kept going at 20 for the next 100 miles, mostly on the shoulder. Tim3 we got home I fugured it was a plugged fuel filter but in addition I must have picked up some thing from the shoulder that broke my alternator belt.
Hobbled home and we dropped it off at the olds dealer. Dad was retired and driving for them so he connected with them Monday morning. All fixed Monday and think they did everything under warranty. After that i was changing filters about every few thousand miles and finally pulled tank and drained all the slime out of it. Pretty bad. Learned my lesson about choosing a good place for fuel. 400,000 miles later, I sold it.
I wouldnt drive 10 miles to see Kid rock if the tickets were free.
You replied to a one and done member’s post made almost 16 years ago that hasn’t been seen since that post… 
Maybe not a road trip from H e l l , but I’ve certainly been to Hechunbach…!
I may have related this experience previously, but I’m not going to scroll through 500+ posts to see if I did. Anyway, here is my road trip from h e l l:
In the early '70s, I accompanied a co-worker on a drive from NJ to Florida, in his stick-shift Maverick. The first sign of trouble was at our first stop for gas, when the gas attendant checked the oil, brought the dipstick over to the driver’s window, and asked, “When was the last time that you changed this mud?”. My friend’s response was, “Oh, I don’t believe in oil changes”. 
I can tell you that what was clinging to that dipstick looked like tar.
We got as far as Richmond, VA without incident… until the shift linkage broke, stranding us for several hours. The Ford dealership was very good about getting the job done in just a few hours, and the cost was reasonable, but the invoice noted that the shift linkage had clearly never been lubed, and it noted a bunch of other needed services.
We drove on, until the engine overheated somewhere in South Carolina. It turned-out that the cooling system had never been serviced, and there was so much goop in the radiator that it got clogged, pressure built-up, and the top seam on the radiator burst. This time, the John Deere tractor dealer repaired the radiator, and we pressed onward.
So, it wasn’t just oil changes that my friend didn’t believe in. He clearly didn’t “believe” in any type of car maintenance.
The rest of the trip was uneventful… until my friend, who was driving, fell asleep at the wheel, and we went off the road. Luckily, the sound of gravel hitting the underside of the car woke him–and me–before we went into a ditch.
That is probably still the rule, not the exception. Referring more to the general public.
Your friend was clearly “Darwin’s Theory” in action. If he’s still alive I would be surprised!
I have done some Google searches for him, and I found nothing, so it’s entirely possible that he is no longer with us. However, I also failed to find an obituary, so I just don’t know whether he is still alive.