SavoyPlaza - 2013-12-20 5:52 AM

Fantastic, Austin! Thanks for the photos, they are a treat. Did you call about the old Shell station for sale?

FIN ME - 2013-12-20 8:44 AM
BTW - it almost looks like a necker knob smiling back at us in A1. Does he/she have a name? :laugh

PlymouthFury - 2013-12-20 9:06 AM


That's Junkyard Tech! He's the twin brother to Tech.

PlymouthFury - 2013-12-19 11:12 PM Currently in Tucumcari, NM staying at the Blue Swallow Motel. I do recommend staying here if you get the chance! Here's some photos of my Journey from Williams, CA, home of Big M Auto to Charlotte, NC. Close to 3000 miles worth of driving...and I'm getting in as much Route 66 as possible. QUOTE]

Now thats the way to bring home the old car.

I bought a 64 Dodge D200 crewcap pickup in Cedar City Utah and drove it home to Denver North Carolina a few years back. Traveled secondary roads the entire 2200 miles. Only issue was a new battery in Dorango Colorado.

The best way to enjoy the old vehicles, use them the way they were meant to be used.

Keep us informed.... loving the pictures. Hey to mr tech from my mr tech .....

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Doctor DeSoto - 2013-12-22 2:18 PM Being an across-the-board historical kind of guy, I love this stuff. About ten years ago I got a tip on something to go look at and stumbled onto a section of the original Indian Wars era Mullan Road and a nearby stretch of abandoned U.S. 10. My 80-something year-old friend Bill came out to Idaho from Watertown, NY in 1949 to see what all this great fishing he had been reading about was about and never went home. He worked his way across the country in his 1935 Ford coupe and drove that very section of highway when it was still just gravel. Up on the hill above it, closely following the contours of the land, the Mullan Road, built by Capt. John Mullan with the help of 200 of his closest friends from 1859-62 was still visible, with deeply cut wagon ruts in places. I followed it through the woods for about a mile and soaked in the history of a time and place where going from Ft. Walla Walla to Ft. Benton might take 10 hours today, would have taken a pioneer some 5 weeks to cover the same 611 miles. And as I considered this, I could hear the roar of the ceaseless I-90 freeway traffic going past and my thoughts moved on to how this world of ours spins ever faster and faster, and I am not sure how much "good" has been lost in the pursuit of "fast" .... and why we prefer "fast" to "good". Your photos bring this argument spinning back into play for me. When I plan a trip, it purposely avoid the freeway. I hate freeways. Anywhere I can get there by old highways and county roads is the way I go. My wife (and EVERYONE I KNOW !) always comment about "Why are you always taking the LONG way ???". "Why do we have to go so slow ?" My question is "Why do we have to go the boring, straight-line, speedway route ?" With it's cookie cutter restaurants and motels, gas stations, and treadmill scenery, ... when did life switch priorities from "journey" to "destination" ? We all wax nostalgic about long road trips on the old two-laners to Yosemite, Yellowstone, or Grandma's house, but no one thinks to make this happen today. Even amongst this more dedicated crew here, few really commit themselves to recreating the experience. And if anyone here thinks a long road trip on the backroads of America with fins in the rearview mirror isn't an experience unto itself, you are sadly mistaken. Like the people who say to me "Wasn't Afghanistan (insert favorite word here) scary, terrible, horrifying, awful ?", I say "It was an experience like no other". Sure, it has it's down time, but unless you get really thirsty and hot, how do you ever know how good a cold beer can feel going down ? I will never again complain about heat, bad quarters, toilets, or food. It was the best and worst of times. And so is being on the road. The REAL road. Not some slot track raceway of nothingness, but the road that touches the land it passes through. The open fields, the woods, the small towns, laundromats, local eateries, and real people with more than that straight-ahead deadpan stare of the freeway life. Thanks for sharing these photos. It is 25 degrees outside and I have 4" of snow on the ground, but I think I'll go bang on my car a little and inch ever forward to being on that backroad to real life again.

cpd1212 - 2013-12-22 5:55 PM

I have a similar picture around here in front of that same KOA campground when it was still open. No fins in my photo though, just my parent's blue 79 Pontiac Bonneville towing a green Viking popup camper.

Congrats on your safe trip and wishes for many more. I truly enjoy the longer trips I take in my 69 Fury and look forward to the first in my 60 Savoy.