I don’t aspire to carsickness, in any way, shape, size or form. If I did, though, this would likely be a good way to induce it:
One of the cousins drove like a bat out of hell down I-75 while having anxious conversations with friends of the bride on her cell phone only to pause momentarily as we passed a Honda dealership to say, “Hey! That’s the place I got my car fixed after the first claim!” First? I thought. There’s more than one?!!
Just contemplating that scenario is causing some severe churn, even as I type.