Ginger of That's Ms. Hill to You writes a long and entertaining entry about her trip on Route 66 some time ago after she'd lost her job and, fortunately, received a decent severance package. So she decided to hit the Mother Road.
Here is one of the memorable excerpts from her trip:
Route 66 runs through Oatman, Arizona, a town in one of the most desolate areas I’ve ever seen. It was 108 in the shade this afternoon while I was out there (but it’s a dry heat). It used to be a mining town, and the burros left behind by the miners are protected animals now. They roam through the streets, sidewalks, sometimes even the stores, at will.
One of the shop owners was telling me that they get a lot of interesting auto insurance claims from Oatman because the burros have no compunction about kicking car doors and eating upholstery. During mating season one year the male of the herd was doing his duty – and continually landing butt first on the hood of someone’s car. By the time he was done the front end was completely trashed. How do you explain that one to your insurance agent?
She also drove the gravel portion of the Glenrio-to-San Jon alignment, which deserves some sort of an award for a rookie roadie.