A road trip on the mother road to celebrate being a car fanatic and my 66th birthday
Turning 66 as COVID continues. An idea pops into the head and won’t let go.
A road trip on Route 66 while I’m 66. Might as well keep the 66 theme going and do it in a’66.
But what ’66? Keep with the theme of the Route 66 TV show, and it’s a ’66 Corvette. Except I don’t own one. How much to buy one? Ooh, that’s pretty dear on the ole’ budget.
Can’t be a foreign car, after all, this is Americana and it has to be good ole’ American history. What better than a ’66 Mustang? They’re plentiful, prices are (somewhat) reasonable, parts are everywhere. And they’re fun.
A plan is born. Chicago to Santa Monica, 2,448 miles. The classic American pony car.
Tune in as the plan grows and takes shape, then tune in as the journey unfolds.