Ralph & Hughie

[Spiny Norman]

Apologies if you're having your tea...

 

I was in my mate's car the other evening and as soon as I opened the door I could smell the unmistakable whiff of kiddy-puke from when his 4 year old had pebble dashed the back seat a week ago.

It got me thinking, and reminded me of Dad's old Renault 16, which would occasionally call Hughie over if I'd been in it for a while on a warm day. (At least it had nice wipe clean rubber floor mats and PVC seats.)

 

Did you get car-sick as a kid, or does your choice of shite summon up the chunks in your ankle-biters?

[M'coli]

A few times, all in Heralds so it was dead easy to wash the vinyl seats down with water.

[Mash]

My grandad had a Mk3 Cortina that I was never too good at travelling in....

 

I pity any kids whose father's had a Datsun Violet like mine. Not only is the visibilty crap due to the thick rear pillars and kick-up on the doors, but the interior is all black - seats, carpets, door mouldings and even the headlining!

[trigger]

I used to yack up in my dad's old Mk5 Cortina and his Mk4 Escorts and i even felt close to chucking up the other week whilst in the Lake District on holiday in my father in laws Peugeot 308 Estate which i was front passenger in! I had to get out and take a walk in some fresh air after i turned green (My wife and her mum was in the back and even they felt sick so it wasn't just me)

[Pete-M]

I tend to be Ok when it comes to car-sickness unless I'm in the back of a Vectra. That undamped oscillating bouncing motion the suffer from really makes me feel a tad rough. I've never actually hurled in a car to my knowledge.

 

My brother, on the other hand, saves his hurling for much more upmarket interiors. Dad bought a Rolls Silver Shadow in the early 70s. Lovely thing, red leather interior with red lambswool rugs. My brother projectile vomited all over the back of it. I suspect that probably took rather a long time to sort out.

[trigger]

Oh I did throw up badly all over the dash and door trim of my Mondeo back in March but that was due to drinking a bottle of red, several pints, half a bottle of Whiskey and several other drinks and shots rather then the ride quality or my wifes driving.

[Timewaster]

We had a thread on the subject here:

 

http://www.autoshite.com/phpbb3/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=12486

 

Incidently, my daughter is now almost 2 and *crosses fingers* is a lot better lately. (In a forward facing seat in the front with the air vents on her at all times)

[CreepingJesus]

Timely, this thread. For the first time in years, our middle son did a car trip today with out any hurling. Albeit that he was Joy Rides assisted, we went to Glasgow and back with no dramas (and I wasn't hanging about on the way back either).

A few years ago, he honestly couldn't get to the far end of the street without calling for Ralph and Hughie. And that's about 500yds.

The Mk3 Ashtray that was repo'd from me, went to auction with bleached spots on the back seat and rear seatbelts, courtesy of his stomach acid. Couldn't get rid of the smell, either, but an entire can of orange and sandalwood air freshener disguised it long enough for me to bid it a good riddance onto the transporter.

Bizarrely, he was never sick in the LDV I had.

[Mr H Sceptre]

God yeah. When I was really young I used to chunder in the back of Dad's Mini Countryman (Clubman, mock wood panelling) frequently. I was ok on motorways, but unfortunately we had a caravan in the Yorkshire Dales so driving on those bendy Dales roads played havok with me. That car must have bloody stunk.

[Albert Ross]

In about 1972/3, as a family, we travelled from East of Birmingham, near the A5, to Truro. Our Basset Hound had other ideas. me and my Sister threw so many Bonios down her throat, she just yacked over EVERYTHING.. I can still see/smell it. Volvo P1800 in Red. 87 EBL.

[Guest]

I can still vividly recall blowing chunks out of the window of my dad's Princess on the A40, when I was a a 19 year old undergraduate and he was driving me back from College, I having partied hearty the night before. Bleaarrrrrgh.

 

No recent kid-chunders for me, but just the other day, my daughter wazzed on the rear seat of my Excel.

[purplebargeken]

OMG it was a nightmare when I was a kid. My dad had a Corsair, then a Cortina and I felt sick in them all. We used to bring plenty of bags, so ruining the interior was something that never happened. Frquent stops were required though as was copious amounts of air from open windows. I was also made horribly car sick when travelling as a passenger in the work Montego in the mid 1980's. I threatened the driver with all kinds unless he let me drive.

 

The last time was about a year ago. I was a passenger in a colleague's modern Pug. She had to stop the car whilst I hurled for England. Mind you, it was a hot day and her driving was bloody awful which didn't help.

 

I also used to get violently sea sick which wasn't helpful when working on a container ship in the middle of the Atlantic in 1980. This subsided after about a week and it has never bothered me since, even in the roughest seas.

[M'coli]

I also used to get violently sea sick which wasn't helpful when working on a container ship in the middle of the Atlantic in 1980. This subsided after about a week and it has never bothered me since, even in the roughest seas.

 

It's not you I'm laughing at, but:

 

Hahahahahhaha - this reminds me of my dad, the salty sea-dog! 5 Years as an engineer on BP's finest, sailing the oceans in the 1960s, he said he never suffered sea-sickness.

Summer 1978/9 - me, my older sister, and Pop are on the way back from trolling for fish on the Clyde in a 9ft dinghy (salvaged from the shore the winter before too!) with a little 2bhp British Seagull on the back, the wind had got up and the Clyde had got choppy.

Me:"Why are you grinning, dad?"

Him " I'm not grinning..."

 

We managed to get to shore, and the boat onto the trailer.

 

My big sis: "Don't look now, Dad's being sick."

 

Which was my cue to look round at my dad, who was shouting soup! I can still picture it!

[Spiny Norman]

I'm never actually sick on a boat, but what does make me feel a bit queasy is that gentle rolling motion, just like Dad's softly sprung Renault all those years back.

Funnily enough, getting really thrown about in either a car or a boat doesn't bother me in the slightest, I get a lot greener on a gentle crossing on the Arran ferry than I did one memorable day going up to Lerwick in a storm, where I was one of only about half a dozen people in the restaurant wanting some breakfast.

 

We ended up getting free seconds because they were going to be throwing most of it away since the other hundred passengers were decorating the bogs or hanging off the rails outside.

[cms206]

One of the reasons my dad's C-reg Montego 1.3L didn't last was because I spent almost every single journey in it spewing. The only other cars which have this effect on me are 2003-2008? shape Ford Fiestas and Vauxhall Insignias, both of which cause me a massive migrane followed by an eruption of tizer and wotsits.

[Guest]

"Shouting soup" Wonderful! That's a new one on me. Permission to steal?

[M'coli]

"Shouting soup" Wonderful! That's a new one on me. Permission to steal?

I believe its use is not uncommon and it may even be in Roger's Profanisaurus, so be my guest!

[wackywacerwill]

Apart from my son getting caught short with the trots and shitting in a happy meal box in the front of the transit whilst stuck in traffic in Lewisham high street the main stinky car is Mrs.Will's Leon. The Seat has been passed down from bro inlaw who's 2 young kids had already done a good job of redecorating the interior so it's never been quite right despite attempts to remove the stench and stains. Most recently our youngest projectile vomited from her forward facing child seat covering her bro in the seat next to her and the Mrs in the front. Ange was driving down the A2 at the time so couldn't stop for another 15 minutes due to traffic on the slip road.

I try to avoid driving the Leon at all costs.

[Guest]

Apart from my son getting caught short with the trots and shitting in a happy meal box in the front of the transit whilst stuck in traffic in Lewisham high street

 

Fuckenell dude, living the dream, or what?

[Volksy]

My Fossils old Alfa Giulietta never smelt the same after a family holiday down to the south of Spain. With my bro continuously hurling, which then had the unfortunate effect of setting me off. The car then spent six weeks baking in the mid summer Spanish sun, therefore insuring that the odour was baked into all the interior trim.

 

When the inside got hot, even two years after, you still got a whiff of vomit when you opened the door.

 

 

The worst I've experienced - and nearly subsiquently beaten up for, was when I worked in France. Mid summer I had to borrow some watersports instructors from another site in the south of france as my site was fully booked and we were short staffed. I had the job of driving them all back down to the Ardeche when we didn't need them anymore. Being all around their early twenties they proceeded to drink their way through a few crates on the way back in the Transit minibus. One guy, Joris if I remember correctly, wasn't too good at handling his alcohol. As we are stuck in traffic trying to get round Lyon in rush hour, he decided that was his time to projectile vomit out of the minibus window. It was baking hot, so as we are crawling alaong in the outside lane, with the next lane stationary, he manages to spray the contents of his stomach over about three or four cars - all with their drivers windows open. Que loads of shouting, blowing of horns, and one puke covered frenchman jumping out of his car and pursueing the bus on foot!!! With a remarkable stroke of luck the traffic starts to spread out so i can make an escape on to the hard shoulder and off at the next junction. We spent and hour and a bit working ourway through the centre of Lyon to try and 'avoid' the Autoroute.

[ashmicro]

I blew chunks in my Dad's 1987 MG Maestro, but it wasn't the car's fault. We were going to France, and travelled on this fucking TUB of a car ferry called the St Killian II (nee MS Stena Scandinavica). This shitbox had been built in Yugoslavia in 1973, was later bought by Irish Ferries, who commissioned it to be chopped in two and have about another 100 feet welded into it. The thing flexed and bucked all over the place, there was a constant stink of diesel, and the fuckwits in charge of driving the thing got us LOST during the hours of darkness, and were forced to stop until first light. I was sick almost the whole time on the ferry, and then in the car as we drove off.

 

My Dad sacked off the return with them, and we came back on P&O to Dover, drove to Liverpool and sailed back into Belfast.

 

The ship has now been scrapped, and not a minute too soon. The dickheads in charge of it insisted on giving every announcement in English, Irish, French, German and Spanish. A good idea in principle, but when the announcement was made that a Mrs O'Connor's (I think) purse had been handed into lost property, I think the chances of her being a Boxhead, Frog or Wop were few and far between.

[PhilA]

I did, once, throw up in a vehicle to my memory. It was a hot day at the seaside where I was maybe 4 or 5 at the time. Aunties and uncles who insisted on feeding the child (me) a very large strawberry sundae.

 

Couple that with Devon roads and the somewhat crashing ride of a mk1 Fezza, the concoction was warmed over, mixed up and let out with not inconsiderable force all over the houndtooth seats in the middle of Bruton. My parents had ignored my protests up until that point. I think they just wanted to get out of Bruton.

 

Thereafter, if I'd said I was feeling ill in the car, it was hastily stopped and the pavement was redecorated in shades of carrot and Irn-Bru before moving along. The ventilation in the Fez was poor in the back. If I couldn't see out a window I'd eventually succumb to the smells of travel sweets, old maps and the general smell of the interior of the car.

 

I appear to have grown out of it thus far, boats nor aircraft not cars make me ill any more. One thing I've noticed helps is aircon on a hot day. Keeping cool seems to calm the gut. Luckily my niece and nephew just fall asleep in the vehicle regardless of road surface. I guess I'm lucky.

 

--Phil