Peter Hannaford of American Spectator spends much of his column praising the interstate highway system and its homogeneity (I'm not kidding).
He also writes about Route 66:
Along the way, much is made of the old Highway 66, the Route 66 of song (as in "You'll Get Your Kicks on Route 66"). This went from Chicago to Los Angeles. Interstate-40 more-or-less follows its route from Oklahoma City to Barstow. Every now and then there is a white-on-brown historical sign noting that Highway 66 is just off the Interstate to the left or right. We sampled it in the California desert at Newberry Springs. It is a few hundred yards of concrete paving. Very romantic. In truth, the old 66 was largely two-lane and slow going. The towns it went through featured seedy taverns, tired motels, and forgettable food. Not the stuff of legend.
I especially love the "forgettable food" part. Does American Spectator usually have writers that are this uninformed?
Well, it *is* forgettable if you just drive through McDonald’s in every town, which is the typical superslab-junkie mentality.
Sheesh.
Don’t let the toll gate hit you in the butt on the way back onto the turnpike, Pal.