Sunday, April 27, 2008


We put nearly 3,000 miles on the Grand Marquis. Route 66 itself is 2,400 miles (approximately) but we did a lot of backtracking.

"Oh! Look! There it is!" and we'd be going 60 miles and hour. Dad would slam on the brakes (figure stopping time and distance travelled while stopping), then we'd turn around, adjust the shot from various angles (across the street, alongside, etc)... Apparently all that configuring adds some miles to the trip.

Anyway, we were fortunate to have enough time in our trip to get all the way to Chicago this morning. I'm so glad we were able to drive the whoooollllle Route 66 trip.


Anonymous Melinda said...

I am so glad you wrote this blog; it was like a virtual set of postcards.
I'm a nut for animation, so not sure whether you've seen the Pixar film "Cars." The story is about a hot-dog race car who gets stranded in a small town on Route 66 -- which is in decline but ever-hopeful to attract new customers off the new highway.
Route 66 is a microcosm of how it was, for me, growing up. A kinder, gentler, safer time. Where people didn't mind opening their shops or their kindness to you.
Thanks so much for sharing your Kicks -- On Route 66.

April 26, 2010 at 4:27 PM  

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