This car and I are the same age. It has 53,900 original miles on it. I think I have more miles on me than she has!
The mechanic has his doubts that I can make it from Richland, Washington to Kansas City. I believe in her.
I’ll head south into Oregon then east to Twin Fall, ID. From there I’ll head south to Vegas and on to Phoenix.
After a short stop there I’ll head north to Route 66 and east again, winding my way home to Kansas City.
With a pound of jerky by my side, cigars, plenty of water, and a full tank of gas…off we go!
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day Seven: I needed a cup of Joe to keep me homeward bound. I stopped in this tiny town and am at the only place in town, having good coffee and talking with the old timers. I love this stuff.
I find I lack a certain discipline on the road. The brunt, of which, is paid for by my digestive system...well, and my liver.
I’ve had a wobble when I get over 65 since I started, but I’ve not really worried about it as I’m generally going slower than that on the back roads. Well it got worse coming out of Brownfield, TX, so decided to find a place.
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