Do I wake or sleep?

I saw a neat little blurb about in the Metro handout today about traveling Route 66 as a vacation, calling it "America's most romanticized, classic road."  I've had a fascination with the Mother Road ever since they decommissioned it back in the '80s and I read about it in People magazine--accompanying were these haunting pictures of old roadstretch, worn down by how many tires, carrying people on their way West.  So evocative, so uniquely American--there's a better life that way.  Go toward the sun, chase the sun--go west, west.  Leave the prairies behind, skiff the deserts like a skipping stone, see the mountains in the horizon beckoning to you, calling you. 




You'll seeeee Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico!
Flagstaff, Arizona
(Don't forget Winona!)
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino...


I took these pictures, as well as the one from my icon, when I was at my dad's in Arizona and we went to Flagstaff together to see the Mother Road herself.A dream come true. What wouldn't I give to be able to take a motorcycle trip down that road, just like my dad, heading down the highway, looking for adventure?