What's "Your" Route 66?

April 26, 2012

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What’s it like to ride Route 66 by motorcycle?

What’s it like to ride Route 66 by motorcycle? Every motorcyclist gets something different from riding. Some crave the speed, the adrenaline hit that comes from pushing limits. Some enjoy the camaraderie of group riding, while others prefer a solitary adventure with just their bike for company. And of course, many people enjoy the simple pleasure of gliding through the world, feeling the change in air temperature, smelling the hay, the sea, or pine sap on a scorching summer day. We’ve actually enjoyed all of the above over the years, each ride has it’s own rewards.

And so it is with a ride down Route 66. We’ve ridden all over America and Europe, and can say that Route 66 was a ride unlike any other we’ve taken. Before we left Chicago, we knew we’d be seeing lots of historical sights, we knew the ride would be long, we had the song (get your kicks……) playing in our heads. What we didn’t realize is how disconnected we’d become from modern, urban life while we travelled the Mother Road.

A ride down Route 66 will stir unexpected emotions

A ride down Route 66 will stir unexpected emotions

When you ride Route 66, you really do go back in time. You ride in a landscape with the living remains of another time, of boundless optimism, of friendly strangers that helped you on your journey to a land of promise. Stop in a small town, at a diner, or a bar or an old motel, and those people, that feeling remains. Folks talk to you; not because they’re trying to sell you something, but because they truly want to share a moment with you. For anyone who lives in a large city, it’s disarming at first – “what does this person want from me?” but after a few days you realize what a treasure these moments are, you relish the wonderful stories these strangers have to tell you. You feel too embarrassed to stick your nose in a smartphone in these small town places, it feels rude. And more importantly, it feels like you’ll miss something simple and wonderful while you’re staring at that tiny little screen.

Route 66 is essentially a 2,500 mile long archaeological site, with many important buildings literally crumbling into dust. It’s easy to imagine people in pith helmets with brushes coming to these sites 200 years from now and recovering artifacts for a museum. Standing in a crumbling old Whiting Brothers petrol station, overgrown with weeds and trees pushing up through the collapsed roof, we closed our eyes and imagined what it was like 50 years ago – a Cadillac pulling up to the pumps late at night, the whitewall tires running over the air hose, ringing a bell that wakes the attendant. Fill her up, Sir? Yeah, premium please. The oil and air pressure is checked, the windscreen cleaned without the driver having to ask for it. While the tank is being filled, the driver gets out and stretches his legs, lights up a Chesterfield, pours coffee from a thermos on the front seat into a small cup, unwraps a sandwich from the wax paper and has a bite. The bell rings again and the attendant says that’ll be $4.75, Sir. So the driver gives him a fin, keep the change, attendant tips his hat, says thanks and drive safe. The big Caddy cranks, turns over, and pulls onto 66, under an Oklahoma moon, headed for California.

What will your ride down Route 66 be like?

What will your ride down Route 66 be like?

We felt like we too were in another, older America as we travelled west, always west. You’re always looking west when you ride 66, while you fill your fuel tank, when you open the door to the motor inn in the morning, when you throw a couple of bucks on the bar and walk out onto the main street of some small town. There is no other time in life we can remember being so focused on the direction we were traveling. But everyone who’s ever journeyed on Route 66 has had these same thoughts.

When we finally arrived in Los Angeles, it felt harsh. After riding 2,500 miles of essentially disused backroads, it was harrowing trying to dodge speeding SUV’s, the drivers texting as they swerved from lane to lane. Millions of people, so close together, none of them talking – the opposite of what we found on 66, handfuls of people, so far apart, striving to make a human connection.

Maybe the fact that we were riding motorcycles made us feel this even more; of course it did. Perhaps you, the reader, will come away with a different feeling when you ride Route 66. What will “your” ride down 66 be like?

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6 Comments

  1. Jeff Taylor on April 27, 2012 at 11:54 pm

    Great post! Brings back a few memories! I rode Route 66 on my Yamaha OW01, took lots of pictures, even did a few paintings. I particularly enjoyed your paragraph relating Route 66 to an archeological site. The whole friendliness and laid back feel of the trip make me want to plan another trip with my daughter.

    • Jim McDermott on April 30, 2012 at 12:36 pm

      Wow, an OWO1 on Route 66, I bet you’re the only guy who’s ever ridden that bike down 66, it’s so rare! Would love to see pix of that bike on the Mother Road. I used to own a Honda RC30 and I always wanted an OWO1 too.

      Thanks for the kind words about the story, we really did have an amazing time, people on the road were so great. It really did kind of shock us when we got back to “civilization”.

  2. Shihab Almahdawi on December 8, 2016 at 4:21 pm

    Epic, would realy like to do it all the way from Chicago to the city of angles.

  3. Clive Mott on December 30, 2016 at 4:48 pm

    Went with young Tim in September 2013 on an Electraglide with Mrs on the back. OK on the move but caught me out, just the once when I stopped over a pothole. Big advantage travelling with a group!. Hotels were varied but all interesting and good. Riding down the Vegas Strip was ace. We met Garry at his Gay Parita. Sadly no longer with us.
    Wher shall we ride next?

    • Tim Orr on January 5, 2017 at 2:20 pm

      That was a great trip Clive. Canada and THE Rockies I say :-))

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