For many years when I was much younger, I used to have a postcard on my refrigerator showing a beautiful, old, rusty pickup truck sitting in front of a farmhouse. It reminded me of my childhood, but that wasn’t why I bought it. I bought it because of the title on the back: “You can’t drive a house, but you can sleep in your car.”
Among the many beautiful and oh-so-very-American sights you see driving historic Route 66 are old cars and trucks. Some are rusty, some decorated in graffiti, some buried up to their wheel rims in sand, some pristine and shining. I love them all and am hard pressed not to take photos of every one.
Here’s just a small sampling, and I’m not even including anything here from Cadillac Ranch, which warranted its own photo essay the other day.
Kim I had no idea you did all this! I love it!!
I spent my childhood on 66 with mom. She wouldn’t fly so it was always 66 to Dixon from Phoenix. She loved you, and this history.
This was my first trip on 66, and believe me when I say that you and your mom were at the forefront of my mind. I really, really wanted to stop in Jerome but couldn’t manage it on our tight schedule. Next time. I loved your mom, too, always. Because of that, you feel like family to me. Know that you’ll always find safe harbor with me if needed.