America's Darling: Route 66 by Nathan Ward
WARD ROUTE 66 - 1 America’s Darling Story and photos by Nathan Ward WARD ROUTE 66 - 1 t is Friday night, and with the your wheels like a road map to the last gasp of the day, a golden promised land. glow burns low across Central The fabled Route 66 still holds Avenue in Albuquerque, New the lure of discovery, and Americans IMexico. It throws a storied slant on love that promise of potential. Back the time-pitted windows of a blue in 1926. Right now. Tomorrow. I 1968 Ford Mustang, cruising slowly can’t define it, but there is certainly in front of the bright lights of the something about the idea of Route Route 66 KiMo Theater. Lost in the sound of 66 that promises happiness. There glass-pack mufflers burbling out a is no better way to discover The V8 song, we glide on bicycles east Mother Road’s mysteries than to on the avenue to the pink and teal ponder them slowly at bicycling neon of the Route 66 Diner where speed. the promise of the past lives on. From Chicago, Route 66 starts On Friday nights in Albuquerque, down Jackson Boulevard, crosses it’s not the best hour for bicycles, Illinois and Missouri, tastes Kansas, but we persist just as the legend of and digs deep into Oklahoma, the Route 66 persists in the dreams of Texas Panhandle, New Mexico, people worldwide. Arizona, and California — Lake Pull open the door. Inside the Michigan to the Pacific Ocean. Route 66 Diner, the needle drops It’s a classic journey best done on a 45 and “Tucumcari, Here I in one push, but we decided to Come” by Dale Watson bursts out.
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