BARSTOW, CA — One constant I’ve noticed traveling from Illinois to California along Route 66 is that in nearly all those states, wherever coffee-to-go is served, your choices are half and half, skim milk and 2%. What happened to whole milk? Has it gotten such a bad rap that now it’s worse for you than half and half? Are the whole milk cows out on strike? Wish I knew.
It’s a sunny Tuesday morning here in Barstow and I’m at a Starbucks, typing away like a secretary trying to finish out the day before going on a hot date. Only my date is with a tire distributor in Torrance, CA. The place I went to yesterday in Flagstaff, AZ, didn’t have the type of run-flat tire my Mini needs, so they put a temporary patch on the bum tire–which had taken a nail somewhere on the road–and found an affiliate store in Torrance that has the right tire. Hopefully before today is out I’ll have the new tire on my Mini.
All that the tire store in Flagstaff did without charging me a dime. The patch has held through some of the most barren, desolate stretches of desert I’ve ever driven through. On road that at times rattled my cage worse than a crusty two-year-old.
So here’s a plug for all the good folks at Discount Tire in Flagstaff. Thanks a bunch, guys!
Today will be my last driving the Mother Road, which winds to its finish point in Santa Monica. The Wifi is acting up, so I’ll keep this post brief and photo-free. Look for a more comprehensive wrap this evening.
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Route 66 Dispatch 