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McLean 983

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Grants 1416

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Needles 1870

Amboy 1943

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(Distances according to the Historic Route 66 Association of Arizona)

The Windy City – the starting point for my Route 66 adventure.

Lake Michigan. One of the best ways to see Chicago, as long as you don’t get seasick.

Me, director Mike (seated), and Mark, the sound guy, getting to grips with one hundred horsepower of mean, throbbing heavenliness – my Boom Lowrider LR8 Muscle.

Taking the trike for its first spin around Chicago. It ran like a cuckoo clock.

The Willis Tower, or the Sears Tower as it will always be known to me and to many Chicagoans.

Trying to overcome my nerves in the glass viewing box on the 103rd floor.

The brass plates marking out the location of Fort Dearborn.

A wee bit of Scotland in Chicago – the Tribune Building, complete with chunks of historic buildings, including Edinburgh Castle.

Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate (or ‘The Bean’ as the locals prefer to call it), and Jaume Plensa’s Crown Fountain, both in Chicago’s Millennium Park. I loved it here – a real life-affirming place.

The sign marking the current start of the Mother Road on Adams Street – a block north of the original at the corner of Jackson and Michigan.

With supervisor Jackie, the tracks of the El Train in the background. I love the El – it’s a staggering feat of engineering and really shows what the human race is capable of achieving.

The wall of fame at the Chess Records Building – the birthplace of rock ’n’ roll.

Heading out of the Windy City, and its gigantic palaces in the sky.

The Gemini Giant (or welder), in Wilmington, Illinois.

Striking a pose at the Polk-a-Dot Drive-In with my new friends Elvis, James and Betty.

Artist Bob Waldmire’s bus in Pontiac, Illinois.

The bronze bust of Abraham Lincoln at Springfield, Illinois. With my finger up his nose.

My friend Mervin, a lovely, complete man whose company I’ll remember for ever. The picture was taken from behind out of respect for his Amish beliefs.

My buggy-riding lesson.

Heading across the Chain of Rocks Bridge, St Louis, Missouri.

The Gateway Arch, St Louis, Missouri.

Getting to know the ‘soldiers’ at the Civil War re-enactment at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri.

My, Grandma, what big teeth you have! Despite appearances these wolves at the wolf sanctuary in Eureka, Missouri, proved that they’re far more scared of us than we are of them.

The light show at the Meramec Caverns – I couldn’t quite understand why something as staggeringly beautiful as a cave would need a light show to improve it.

Taking a load off on the ‘World’s Largest’ rocking chair, Fanning, Missouri.

Bubbly jock, bubbly jock … Getting kitted out for the turkey hunt at Fanning, Missouri.

With twins Carolyn and Cheri.

Rob Lurvey and his astonishing collection of instruments.

The Oklahoma City National Memorial.

The National Stock Yards in Oklahoma City, where up to 12,000 cattle are traded in a single day.

The U-Drop Inn petrol station in Shamrock, Texas – a stark contrast to the rest of the town.

The barbed wire museum in McClean. I never knew the ‘Devil’s Rope’ came in so many different shapes and sizes.

Cadillac Ranch on the outskirts of Amarillo. I fell in love with this extraordinary place – a representation of the American love of automobiles, and an unexpected shrine to me!

At the Midpoint Café with the crew, from left – Mark Atkinson (Soundman), Tim Pollard (Director of Photography), Me, Nicky Taylor (Series Producer), Mike Reilly (Series Director), Jane Nowak (Production Manager).

The sign says it all – I felt a real sense of achievement having made it this far.

Trucks – sometimes a welcome shield from the side winds,