We were on vacation, and I was a freshman in college. We took a trip out to Yellowstone...my dad riding his motorcycle, my mom driving an S10 with my sis in the passenger seat pulling a small camper, and me driving my newly purchased Cavalier Z24 in the back driving a stick with a broken leg. I was supposed to be riding with my dad, but I had just been in a motorcycle accident which broke my leg. I had just bought the car from a small town just north of us, and super excited to have something "modern" with fuel injection. After we hit our destination, it was my duty to ferry the family around, as I had the only transport that all four of us could fit in. Well, after some sort of hard braking incident, I remember my mom who was riding shotgun reaching down and grabbing something...then holding it high in the air and exclaiming quite loudly, "what the he!! is this?". I looked over and asked what it was, as I truly did not know. It was a baggy of tightly sealed weed...denial followed...etc. My mom tossed it out the window. We carried on with vacation, and I am still not sure if my parents believed me, or they just didn't want to ruin vacation. Either way, it was not mine, but I am sure some happy hitchhiker found a HUGE score some time later.