Well, that has air conditioning. Really good air conditioning, especially for those parts where you have to go through the desert where all the oxen collapsed and died when people were going west back during the California gold rush. You know what I’m talking about.
Driving Route 66 is a kind of rite of passage, only I’m not sure what passage I will be making except passage from one side of the country to the other. But I was always a late bloomer, so maybe I can pretend I’m doing it at some other point in my life. Or maybe this is the time when I pass from being a responsible parent to being a carefree and footloose single person again!
Anyone up for a road trip?
