Big Butt Road Trip [portable] -

No, the “Big Butt Road Trip” is something far more relatable, far more American, and (literally) far more down-to-earth. It’s the epic journey my wife, my brother-in-law, and I took last summer to answer a single, burning question: Can three people with generous posteriors survive 2,000 miles in a subcompact hatchback without requiring chiropractic intervention?

The sensible choice was to fly. But the fun choice was to turn our wide-load anxiety into a manifesto. We invited my brother-in-law, Dave (6’4”, 280 lbs, affectionately known as “The Lovable Fridge”), and the Big Butt Road Trip was born. Our first stop wasn’t a gas station—it was an auto parts store in Harrisburg. We bought three things: a gel-infused memory foam cushion for Dave in the back, a “purple” honeycomb seat cover for Lisa up front, and a seatbelt extender for me (no shame in the game). big butt road trip

By Hank O’Hara, Special to The Asphalt Jungle No, the “Big Butt Road Trip” is something

We were stiff. We were tired. But we were laughing. But the fun choice was to turn our

So if you’ve got a big butt, or you love someone who does, don’t let the airline seat pitch scare you. Hit the road. Bring a cushion. And for the love of all that is holy, call shotgun early.

Let’s get one thing straight right out of the gate: This is not an article about a Kardashian entourage caravanning through Beverly Hills.