Get your kicks on Route 66
The interstate is an undulating ribbon of asphalt before us. We've been married for three days, and we're traveling across the country to start our new life together in San Francisco. He has promised me a real honeymoon later, in the location of my choosing. I've already decided it won't involve 40 hours in the front seat of a car.
Cell phones turned off, driving a 13-year old Pathfinder, we've left 2005 and are driving through the 1950s. Roadside motor inns and one-pump gasoline stations line our journey.
Ostensibly we're on U.S. Interstate 40, but this is an older highway, full of dreams and billboards which outlived their authors.
We're greens-deprived, desparate for vegetables that haven't spent their brief, bright lives in a deep fat fryer.
The waitress asked if we wanted a glass of wine. No, we said in unison, more coffee, please.
Good-bye Texas, hello California, via Route 66.
posted by Woman In Love @ 9:40 PM
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