Getting Your Kicks
When planning a recent cross country car trip, Bobby Troup’s famous ode to the Mother Road came to mind (the Chuck Berry version, of course), and I found myself knee-deep in Route 66 books, getting excited about old diners, hand-painted signage and oodles of neon.
It’s no longer possible to go all the way on the original road. Once Interstate 40 blasted through middle America, much of Route 66 and all that it supported disintegrated. What’s left alternates between ghostly buildings on weed-choked side roads and colorful signs leading you to tenaciously surviving storefronts. (more…)
