Dancing to rap music in the car (“Guess what, Amber? Those cowboys in the pickup truck next to us are totally making fun of us”). Check. Getting pulled over by a cop on the Pennsylvania Turnpike for violating Law 3313 (“Sorry, officer, we’re not familiar with that one”). Check. Stopping at every rest area between Chicago and Cleveland (“What? You gotta go..again?”). Check. These are just a few of the many memories my roommate Amber and I have had on our roadtrips. No matter where we go, we always manage to either laugh ourselves silly or cause someone else to do the same (usually both). We have at least one more memory we need to add to our collection, though: sailing in Australia (“I promise you: this time when the boat capsizes it will NOT be my fault!”).