I’m a big fan of road sodas.
Road sodas are sodas that are consumed while on a road trip. They can be taken from home, but the ideal road soda is one purchased while stopped at a gas station or convenience store.
My personal preference is Cherry Coke Zero.
Side note: Mrs. Cutter and I have been debating whether or not it is appropriate to shorten road soda to “Roada.” She is in favor of the shortening, but I’m not as sure.
While road sodas are not quite as awesome as shower beers, (Thanks to Becca for bringing these back to my consciousness) they are a part of what makes vacation great.
I’m partially convinced that the best part of my trip to Bethany Beach was the drive up due to my awesome beach playlist and some road sodas.
Speaking of that trip, immediately before we began our journey home, I grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge. While I downed my soda relatively quickly, Mrs. Cutter said she would prefer to have hers later. I stowed it in a cup holder on the passenger side door, but Mrs. Cutter never ended up drinking it.
As anyone who has ever been in my car can tell you, I am not prolific at taking things out of it. Anything that gets placed in my car tends to stay there for a while. And so, the can remained in its perch on the door.
Occasionally, I would notice it and consider putting it in a fridge somewhere. But then I worried what would happen if I ever needed an emergency road soda. I figured that a warm Diet Pepsi would be better than nothing.
Yesterday, I learned why that was a bad idea.
July has been an exceptionally hot month, and yesterday might have been the hottest day yet. When I got in the car after work, the dashboard thermometer read 98 degrees. Not letting the heat bother me, I lowered the windows, played some Hall and Oates on the iPod, and began the drive home.
My relatively peaceful drive was interrupted by an extremely loud popping sound. Perhaps it would be best if I let Magnitude describe it:
After checking to make sure I hadn’t been deafened by the sound, I tried to figure out what had happened. My first concern was that I had blown a tire, but the car was still driving fine. It sounded like something had exploded in the car, but there was no obvious evidence of an explosion. Had the Cutlet left a balloon in the backseat? Or had I left a small firecracker somewhere?
When I got home, I investigated further, and discovered this:
Apparently, the heat was too much for the abandoned road soda to handle. I’m sure that if I remembered anything from my high school chemistry classes, I would be able to describe exactly what happened. If any of you are scientifically inclined, please feel free to explain.
Amazingly, most of the soda was still in the can, so an extensive clean up effort was not necessary. But an important lesson has been learned: Do not save road sodas for later. They must be consumed on the trip for which they were acquired. To do otherwise is to invite disaster upon your eardrums and the interior of your car.