I slept in the car, while driving, kind of.

I'd just like to start by saying not all my stories involve driving.
E and I have always had a close relationship with our Grandparents so when we decided on a whim to drive three hours north for a visit, it wasn't unusual. I was seventeen at the time which I guess would make E fourteen.
E had managed to scam a twenty off my Dad that morning so we could fill the car and hit the drive-through on the way up. I can't remember what we were driving but I do remember the radio reception was hit or miss, mostly miss. I remember this because a Lincoln flew by us and we sang "Hot-Rod Lincoln" for about an hour because there weren't any other songs playing to distract us... until we saw the guy had been pulled over. Then we just laughed. "Boy you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you quit drivin' that hot. Rod. Lincoln."
By the time we got to Duluth we were getting bored so I thought we should play a road game. We'd pretend to be sleeping as other cars passed us on the left. I kept my right eye open to see the road but the left one was closed and for good measure, my mouth was agape. So was E's. We'd wait until a car was just about to pass and then get into character. We could tell if they were looking or not because of the speed at which they passed. One car in particular actually kept pace for a minute or two and that was just too long for me to keep a straight face. I started laughing and looked over to see a car full of people with their faces pressed up against the glass, mouths agape. When they saw us laughing, I think they were more relieved than annoyed. I bet there was more than a little nervous laughter going on in that car.
With our prank being a success we kept trying it, but the anticipation of fooling another car full of kids filled our stomachs with butterflies and we found it too hard to keep from giggling. I don't know many people who giggle when they sleep, so it was over.
When we got to Gram's we told her of our antics, she chuckled and said, "you girls" as she often did.
We had a nice visit and in a couple of days made our way back home. As we zipped through Duluth we caught a radio station. Hot-Rod Lincoln was playing! We laughed.