In 1962, my mother packed 5 kids up in a station wagon (I was oldest at 14) and drove from Boston to Whittier,Ca. to visit her dying brother.
I can't begin to describe the adventure and education that summer was ... but this story reminded me of old Rt. 66 and the wonderful memories of unique buildings and clever entrepreneural experiments in marketing.
I've looked for a link to what I remember, but I can't find one that is just right for my memories ... but when I became an adult, and slowed down to do some remembering .. I realized what a national treasure old 66 was.
I'm a sucker for things that used to be, but are no longer .. for whatever reason.
(sighhh)
Have you checked out some of the Route 66 websites? Tons of memories there! Motels with “deluxe cabins” available, some of them “teepees,” heh heh, and real “service stations” with attendants in uniforms, perhaps some free glassware with a fill-up, and Burma-Shave signs!