I checked with Wikipedia to make sure that they had heard the famous song and it was written in 1946 by Bobby Troup and performed the same year by Nat King Cole, so it checks out.
So, now, we have two young men ready to take the trip of a life time, as if serving during World War II wasn't already at the top.
What sort of good times and adventures lay in front of them? Read on to find out.
They thought, "Why not buy a car and drive home on Route 66?" Calls home had their savings wired to them and they went out to buy a car. And not just any car would do. This had to be a ragtop. They bought a 1936 Ford convertible. Later, they found out it could be classified a rust bucket. Being from California, they had no idea what a rust bucket was.
The trip started off fine. Relatives in New Jersey and Detroit were visited and then it was on to Chicago to pick up Route 66. Now, finally heading west, they were prepared to get their kicks, "it was early morning and we were singing "Take the highway, it's the best on Route 66.'"
Then, things began to turn.
Stay Tuned. --RoadDog
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