We first encountered Route 66 when moving from California to New York in 1994. As we passed through Arizona, we kept seeing seeing exit signs for Route 66. Having graduated from a high school in the upper-midwest that still had a non-revisionist curriculum, I was aware not only of what Route 66 was, but also that it had supposedly disappeared under the paving machines of the SuperSlab Sixties. After we had finished our move, we thought it would be an interesting departure from the norm to take a vacation back into the past and drive what was left of 66. After a quick search of the Internet we found that we were the newest members of a healthy growing movement, not a couple of social mongoloids running solo.

In the summer of '97 we were ready to take "the trip". We had finished our 1966 Mustang rebuild and were ready to go. At the beginning of June, we headed for downtown Chicago and two weeks later found ourselves at the intersection of Ocean Ave and Santa Monica Blvd. It was a glorious time of discovery and actually seeing the country we were traveling through. You would be amazed what is found out there in America when you are moving through it at 50 mph rather than travelling through a sanitized corridor at 75.

We encourage you to take a trip back into Americana and try a vacation where the trip is the destination, not merely the way to get somewhere.