We’d hit the road, move on down, head out, wander, go looking for the elephant, visit, or relocate. We did not go on a trip. That was something straight people did. But, of course, straight people meant something different most times back then than it does now.
No, we did not go on a trip, although we did occasionally trip. But in general, people I hung with were not trippy – if you know what I mean.
We liked linear travel along a road. Lord knows there were enough trippy things happening in real life, and we wound up in enough places that were off the beaten track to be able to say, “Wow, that was a trip.”
But no, we weren’t trippy, nor did we take a trip in the middle-class sense of the word.
Life was not conventional.