Same here. Don't recall the last time I did.

Puked in my hat once and in a duffel bag once all while driving.

80 mph in heavy traffic is not happening with me but if I did not feel good I would not be in the fast lane in the first place.

The last time I threw up in a car was in the early 90's. It was at night. I rolled down the window.

I was driving back to campus one day and on my way to the staff parking lot, a young lady in the car ahead of mine opened the driver's side door, leaned out and puked. We were only going about 5 to 10 mph, so not sure how one would do that at 80 mph, but YOLO.

Just don't leave it open at chick-fil-a

Put the Mad Dog 20/20 down bro.

Last time for me was Kauai 2005. Lost three days of vacation to bathroom quarantine.
I could tell the ground beef wasn't quite right when I was eating it, but didn't want to be rude to the hosts.

Route 44 sonic cup.
From experience

When I was in college, my buddy and I went out one night during Christmas break. We were taking a cab back to my parents’ house and he started to feel queasy. Cab driver couldn’t pull over but was adamant about my friend not puking in his cab. Said there would be a $150 cleaning fee on top of the cab fair.

The driver had a red solo cup full of water in his cup holder. I said we needed it and quickly. He dumps it out the window, I hand it to my buddy just as it was coming up, and he proceeded to puke so much that it overflowed the cup and went in his lap. Driver freaks out, pulls over and gets out of the car. He sits on the hood with his knees pulled up to his chest and starts rocking back and forth. About 30 seconds later, he starts puking all over the place. So I’m sitting in the cab alone while my buddy, who is hammered, is violently throwing up by the trunk of the cab and the cab driver is violently throwing up at the hood of the cab. This was all about a mile from my parents’ house.

$200 cab ride (luckily I had a lot of cash on me).

I drove 6 miles with my door open once....Puking the whole way.


Playing beer pong with liquor instead is a bad idea.

just hold it down, Nancy

I had some "friends" pour me into my truck one night. They had to reach over and start the truck for me. I put it in gear, took off. They tried to follow me. Said I was doing 75mph down 110 between GS and Van. Driver door wide open me calling for Ralph and his Buick. They gave up chase cause the just knew I was going to crash and die. To this day I cannot hardly stand the smell of Southern Comfort.

note* I do not recall anything about that evening.

^^^this

This is one of those situations where I would try and teach someone a lesson about unintended consequences. If he was going to charge me $150 flat rate cleaning fee for puking in his cab, I would make sure I got my money’s worth.