In 2015, I rented a car in Los Angeles and drove Route 66 from the Pacific Ocean to New Mexico and back. It was the first time I'd driven that westernmost section of the Mother Road; I hadn't been that far west since. "Hey, you should come out to the Kingman Fun Run!" suggested the … Continue reading Galloping West for the Fun Run – Part 1
It's odd how the days in 2020 seem to stretch on forever, yet at the same time they become a compressed, jumbled mess in my memory. A lot of that is COVID, sure, but part of that is grief and other stresses. The last few months I've done some scattered traveling but all of my … Continue reading Pieces of the Road
I celebrated Independence Day near the banks of the Arkansas River in Tulsa. My perch was an exterior stairwell on the sixth floor of the Sophian Plaza, about a mile away from the city's largest nighttime fireworks display. Lately I've felt that I haven't had enough time in my days; it was nice to slow … Continue reading A Model Ford
Although I had no reason to get up early on Saturday, my internal alarm made sure I was wide awake at 6:00 AM. The Hotel Indigo in Dallas was pretty comfortable, but I haven't been sleeping well lately. I ended up just laying there for a while, wondering what I should do with my extra … Continue reading Summertime Signhunting
I remember the day I saw Dad's new 2005 Mustang for the first time; he had driven down from Topeka, Kansas to visit Mom. Although they were divorced (and had been for a little while by then) acceptance was tough for him, which meant frequent visits. He had bought my Ford Focus a few months … Continue reading Built for the Road Ahead
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