Sunstroke
Back in the nineties, my Dad and I took a trip up from Kent to Nottingham to visit some long lost cousins. It was good to see them and we saw a part of the country that neither of us had seen before.

It was a hot weekend and the sun got to me a bit. So much so that I got sunstroke. Unfortunately that didn’t really kick in until we were driving back home down the M11. I was feeling a bit rough so I got my Dad to drive but then I began to feel a lot worse.

So, somewhere around Cambridge I was desperate to be sick. There was, of course, nothing in my car that I could use as a container and, to be honest, I hadn’t thought of that anyway. In my head the only course of action was to be sick out of the window and very soon.

“Dad, can you pull over, I need to be sick,” I said.

Having just left a slow bit of traffic behind, my Dad wasn’t too keen to pull over and I don’t think he really appreciated the urgency of the situation and answered with, “in a minute”.

I tried to hold it in for a while but my stomach really wasn’t in the mood so there was no alternative but to wind down the window rather hurriedly and stick my head out.

Have you ever been sick out of a car window at 70 mph? Have you ever tried to throw up in a 70 mph headwind? Do you know what happens?

Let me tell you.

Your face gets covered in vomit and then the inside of your car. A bit goes down the outside of the car and a tiny amount on the road itself. I probably would have made less mess if I had been sick in the footwell.

Lessons were learned from all of this. My Dad learned that if I said I was going to be sick then I would be and he had to stop. I learned that I needed to wear a hat when out in the sun, even in Nottingham.

Unfortunately, the incident also gave me an aversion to the last thing I ate before I was sick (chocolate gateau with cream) and to Nottingham itself. I have never been back.
(BearWithLittleBrain, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 11:37, 3 replies)

Vomiting at speed
Having done this once or twice...I can safely advise you that the best method is to wedge your head into the corner of the window facing towards the back of the car...that way the vomit can't enter the car or hit you in the face as you're going with the wind..so to speak. Unfortunately it does redecorate the whole of the side of the vehicle in question....and cream is a bugger to clean off.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 12:01, closed)

"gave me an aversion to the last thing I ate before I was sick "
Last time I had a proper bout of sickness, I had just eaten sausage sarnies in granary bread. I'm fine with sausages, but granary bread is now forbidden from my house.

It's just not the same after those 'wholegrain goodness' seed come out of your nose in a torrent of bile.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 13:55, closed)

A 'friend' of mine did this
while in the passenger seat of a car doing 70 on the m25.

Myself and two friends were in the back...
( chenobble rocking his explorer beard on, Mon 19 Nov 2007, 15:02, closed)