Until we moved here, I knew a bit about Route 66 but it wasn’t something I was terribly interested in. When we lived in Missouri from 2007 to 2011, we often drove past Route 66 signs but I’m not sure we ever traveled on it much, maybe never.
Now we seem to find ourselves on Route 66 almost every single day.
Yesterday Vince was taking our two SUVs to be inspected in order to get new stickers for the license plates. The guy who works on our vehicles is right off Route 66. I told Vince instead of him having to take my car, bring it home, take his car, then go to the DMV to get the tags, I would take my car, wait for it to be inspected, then bring it home. He could then get his inspection, go to the DMV and come home.
I love driving on Route 66 and imagining what it looked like back then. There are still older homes that are well maintained but there are many in disrepair. There are old gas stations falling apart. I’m sure many of the buildings that were bustling back then are completely gone.
We actually live only two, maybe three miles from Route 66 so almost any time we go to Carthage, we’re on Route 66. I told Vince today that I’d love to find a little homestead on Route 66. He totally ignores my craziness. That’s probably a good thing. 🙂