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.
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
We were stiff. We were tired. But we were laughing. So if you’ve got a big butt, or
Happy trails—and wider seats.
If you are planning a trip for those with ample behinds, do not listen to the “ergonomic” racing seat people. You want a flat bench, or a couch on wheels. We should have rented a 1970s Cadillac. Instead, we made it work with pillows. The Snack Situation (A Delicate Balance) A road trip requires snacks. But a big butt road trip requires strategy. You cannot eat a whole bag of Cheetos and a gas station hot dog without consequences. The consequence, in a cramped car, is that you become a human space heater. And for the love of all that is holy, call shotgun early
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?
Let’s get one thing straight right out of the gate: This is not an article about a Kardashian entourage caravanning through Beverly Hills.
