While driving to the post office this morning, in my small town on old Route 66, I noticed five Chevies that had settled like a flock of migratory birds.
Once a year, out here, we have the Route 66 “Fun Run,” but clearly this wasn’t it. These Chevies all knew each other.
One of the passengers explained that they were on a mission to drive all the way to Chicago, having set out from California that morning.
Soon they took off to continue their quest….
… retracing the great migration west that their parents or grandparents must have made with just a quick wave goodbye.