For many years when I was much younger, I used to have a postcard on my refrigerator showing a beautiful, old, rusty pickup truck sitting in front of a farmhouse. It reminded me of my childhood, but that wasn’t why I bought it. I bought it because of the title on the back: “You can’t drive a house, but you can sleep in your car.”
Among the many beautiful and oh-so-very-American sights you see driving historic Route 66 are old cars and trucks. Some are rusty, some decorated in graffiti, some buried up to their wheel rims in sand, some pristine and shining. I love them all and am hard pressed not to take photos of every one.
Here’s just a small sampling, and I’m not even including anything here from Cadillac Ranch, which warranted its own photo essay the other day. Continue reading
