Winslow to Albuquerque, 282 miles. Here is our day: Click on any pic for a larger version.
Early morning in the parking lot, trying to get this gang moving.Standing on the corner in Winslow, AZ, remember the song? The Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, AZ. This is still a functioning motel, couldn’t survive anywhere but on Route 66.Pat found a new friend. This gentleman was admiring our Model A’s at the Wigwam, cause he used to have Model A’s. His name is Wylie Rogers, 90 years old, WW2 veteran, he was a gunner on the Douglas Dauntless dive bombers. Really an interesting guy to talk with. Followed our noses to the Richardson Trading Post in Gallup. What they had inside here blew our minds. Millions and millions of dollars worth of turquoise. Plus Indian rugs. These ones hanging from the ceiling are priced at one hundred thousand dollars. Crossed into New Mexico, scenery changed to lots of red tones and sandstone buttes.
All cars in tonight. Today vapor lock reared its ugly head. Even though the temperature was only 89, it struck Chuck and Bob M. Surprised after surviving Barstow, Amboy and Needles, all well over 100 degrees. Must have something to do with the altitude here. We do fine as long as we keep moving, but any stop allows too much heat soaking from the engine. Oh well, break out the aluminum foil.