In May of '63 my dad got transferred to ABQ from London England and my mom and I joined the road in St. Louis after visiting relatives in Indy. '59 Olds 88 cruising down the road. Since I didn't have my license yet I just got to observe the scenery. I enjoyed it but then again I was probably merely using my WP. Finally got my license a month after getting to ABQ and taking drivers ed. LOL! Watch out! Eventually finished the jaunt to the Santa Monica pier so, yeah, done most of Route 66. Missed the chunk from Chiraq to STL. Oh well.
A most unique american experiance.
If it isn’t racist, it isn’t American. You must have missed the memo. Hopefully wherever Karim Doumar came from is a better place, and he can go back there soon. At least before his snowflake melts.
God Bless America!
Everybody has a dream. My dream, which at this point in my life will probably never happen (oh Well) is to ride across America on my Harley. The most important part of the journey of my dreams is to ride Rt 66, The Famous Mother Road of American Legend. Since my bike, Rt 66, and my body are all old and falling apart, I guess I will have to live my dream in a song I wrote several years ago. Here are the Lyrics:
THE MOTHER ROAD
by ML/LTOS c1995
My girlfriend lives in Missouri, on the outskirts of St. Lou.
She fights the River every spring, like all her neighbors do
Shes been to Tahiti, and she loves to figure skate.
She says Ill always have a place to sleep if Im ever in her state.
(CHORUS)
Ill always have a place to stay
When I ride the Mother Road.
At every stop along the way,
I find an open door.
My friends all think that Im crazy,
But They love me anyway.
And when I ride that Mother Road,
Ill always have a place to stay.
My cousin lives near Tulsa, right off Rt 66,
In the home town of Will Rogers, in the Oklahoma sticks.
There aint a musical instrment that the gal cant play!
She says Ill always have a place to sleep, if Im ever out that way.
(CHORUS)
Ill always have a place to stay
When I ride the Mother Road.
At every stop along the way,
I find an open door.
My friends all think that Im crazy,
But They love me anyway.
And when I ride that Mother Road,
Ill always have a place to stay.
(Bridge)
Old Motel on the auction block
Ancient Symbols carved in the rock
Big empty sky, except for a hawk
Looks like someone turned back the clock!
(instrumental solo)
My uncle lives in Texas, and thats music to my ears.
He once traced his ancestry back to the Trail of Tears
he likes to sleep in the desert, and dance out under the stars.
He says Ill always have a place to sleep IF I EVER GET THAT FAR!
(CHORUS)
Ill always have a place to stay
When I ride the Mother Road.
At every stop along the way,
I find an open door.
My friends all think that Im crazy,
But They love me anyway.
And when I ride that Mother Road,
Ill always have a place to stay.
(((I had no idea that this song made me a racist. Who Knew?)))
I really eagerly and hopefully look forward to the time when our media receives it’s much deserved reward.
Hint: they really really will not like their reward.
And probably will not live through it.
The Route 66 theme song by Nelson Riddle is one of my favorite TV themes. Excellent light jazz with classical instruments, the type of jazz that was popular and commonly heard back then. Perfect music for solitary, long distance driving at night. Each measure was extended, like a slow deep breath of air going in and going out.
After seperation from active military service in ‘69 I drove from NJ to CA. I picked up US-66 in, I think MO. At this time, they were still building I-40. So you would be on 66 for 15 or 20 miles,then be diverted back to I-40 for 15 miles or so an then diverted back to 66. This cycle repeated all the way to CA.
WAH!, WAH!, WAH!............. Oh, woe is me, poor old Black.
Will Blacks ever GROW-UP? Enough with the Cry’in Charlie Routine!
Blacks have had the World handed to them on Silver Platter since the mid 60’s. BET, Black College Scholarship Fund, Quota hiring, AF, WELFARE, UEI, and on and on.....!
Most don’t even pay income taxes.
It’s past Time to quit blaming White folks for your empty crack pipes.
I traveled Rt. 66 back in ‘64. There was no Danger to anyone what so ever.
Everbody can see right through this whole redundant Black Cry-baby Charade! Good Night! Try to at least function in society, like everyone else does and stop with the Cry Baby antics!
We traveled most of Route 66 from Illinois to San Bernardino California when we - our family - moved to California in 1956.
Our fist stop, and a five week stay, was at Motel 66 on business Route 66 - Mt Vernon Boulevard, in San Bernardino. Dad was being reassigned to Norton AFB and we lived at Motel 66 until he and mom found us a new house to move into.
What? How can this be? Its entirely outside of The Jim Crow South.
Ever notice Tod and Buz always seemed to be near the ocean?
I’ve been on the road twice - both times in the region from Independence MO to the east side OK.
The little bit in Kansas is neat: Nice little towns, a few small museums and restaurants. The original TowMater pickup truck.
Karim hasn’t been around very much
Tumcamcari New Mexico still celebrates Route 66. There are lons grassy stretches of the road parallel to I 40. Every stop along the way has some Route 66 stuff.
Karim’s ignorance is fake news
The route runs (east to west) through Seligman, Peach Springs, Truxton, Valentine, Hackberry, and then into Kingman.
Peach Springs is the Haulapai Indian Reservation town. Pay attention to the speed limit there or you will be paying.
I40 is the AZ hog wrestle.
The longest continuous length of Route 66 is from the Crookton Road to the AZ CA border through Oatman AZ (the portion of the OLD rt 66. If you take the turn off just after the 484 steam engine park in old town Kingman, you look over from the NEW rt 66 and you can see a portion of the OLD rt 66 cross the canyon.
Remember, to the young, there is no perspective and even a single instance is damming!
Bookmark
In 1950, my dad and I got into his ‘49 Buick convertible and drove from Long Beach to New Jersey to visit my mom’s aunt and uncle. My mom had caught the measles and so we left without her. She flew to St. Louis where we picked her up. I was going on four at the time, but I still do have little fragments of memories of the trip. I can now imagine what the trip was like for my daddays on the road with a 4-year old! No car seat or seat belts, yet I survived.