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July 6, 2019

I Wanna Kiss You – Day 6

I wanna kiss you - Yeah, that's what Charly said when she saw our hotel for tonight. I guess I really traumatized her when we stopped at the Gardenway Motel and she believed that WAS our hotel.

I wanna kiss you - Yeah, that's what Charly said when she saw our hotel for tonight. I guess I really traumatized her when we stopped at the Gardenway Motel and she believed that WAS our hotel.

I Wanna Kiss You!

Yeah, that’s what Charly said when she saw our hotel for tonight. I guess I really traumatized her when we stopped at the Gardenway Motel and she believed that WAS our hotel.

Before we got to the hotel (yes, we’re staying in a hotel, not a motel, tonight) I saw this sign…

I wanna kiss you in Uranus... that doesn't sound right.
Uranus Fudge Factory

Who in the world names a fudge company Uranus?

This has my curiosity. But, you know what they say curiosity did to the cat!!!

Late in the Day

Traveling Route 66 late in the day, after Labor Day, seems a little lonely. Lots of places are closed. It is hard to tell if they are closed for the season, or simply closed for the day.

Keep that in mind when traveling Route 66. Some of these small towns roll up the sidewalk around dinner time. Heck, we’ve had a hard time finding post offices that are open. Some close as early as 2 p.m.!!!

Closed
Closed

“Brent, I know it says it is closed, but do you think we’ll get in trouble if we go inside?” Charly asks.

“My rule is if it is posted that we should keep out, we should keep out,” I answered.

Rolling her eyes again, Charly knew I was right, but it didn’t stop her mouth, “You can be such a fuddy-dud.”

“I’ll just blame you and say I was just driving by and this crazy girl said it was okay,” I said.

“See, let’s go,” she said tugging on my arm.

“Noooo, I’m not crossing the chain,” I said.

Charly’s hands went to her hips and she spun about on one heel and walked towards an area where there was no fence and chain.

Off to the side was an open grassy area with an old billboard. Below sat an early model Mustang – perhaps a 1964 or thereabouts.

Laughing, I said, “Like anyone would like to steal that old Ford.”

“That’s a Ford?” Charly asked.

“It’s a Mustang. I owned a 1967. Complete piece of junk. Pot metal parts that were manufactured to fall apart and it handled horribly,” I explained.

“I didn’t know you owned a Ford?” Charly said with complete surprise.

“Yeah, we’re all entitled to make mistakes. Unfortunately, I made that mistake again when I bought a Ford Taurus,” I said looking down and kicking the dirt.

“YOU! YOU owned a Taurus,” Charly started to laugh uncontrollably.

“Hey, I learned my lesson,” I said trying to cover my embarrassment. “Let’s move on. It’s going to be dark soon and I don’t want to be finding our hotel in the dark.”

As we got back in the car I noticed Charly had changed out of her Daisy Dukes and tank top and back in to her goth outfit.

“Getting chilly?”, I asked.

“Shut up,” she snapped.

I Wanna Kiss You

We pulled in to the hotel which was in an odd location in Rolla, Missouri. It was near a big traffic circle, and old Route 66 was split in two lanes either side of I-40.

We entered the lobby and Charly, turned, and with outstretched arms exclaimed, “I Wanna Kiss You!”

I Wanna Kiss You!
I Wanna Kiss You!

“Whoa,” I said backing up.

I don’t mind a friendly hello or good-bye embrace, but this was a bit forward.

Charly started laughing, and said, “This is so much nicer than that place you stopped at this morning.”

“I thought you knew I was joking?” I asked.

“Well, sort of,” she said looking off to the side to cover her blushing face.

“I guess after that experience at the Motel 6 in Normal, you figured we might end up in another dive?” I inquired.

“Well, yes. That place was gross with a capital G,” she answered.

“From now on, only nice places,” I said hoping I wouldn’t have to eat these words later on.

In My Room

In my room I noticed it was a little warm and muggy, but the hall was cool, so I propped my door open. I also cranked the thermostat down hoping the air conditioning would remove some of the humidity.

I grabbed my tabled and began to prepare a blog post.

Back Turned to the Door
Back Turned to the Door

I had my back turned to the door when suddenly I heard Charly’s voice.

“Want to go swimming?” Charly asked.

Want to Go Swimming
Want to Go Swimming

“I knew I should have kept my door shut. Don’t you believe in knocking?” I said in a firm tone, but my expression must not have been stern enough.

“Oh, come on. Like you’re going to be doing anything that would require me to knock,” Charly says.

“What if I had slipped those Hick Chicks back there a not telling them to meet me here?” I said trying to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, right. YOU? Never. You get freaked out when I walk in to your room when the door is OPEN,” she said knowing she had me there.

Distracting her I said, “Hey, you dyed your hair!”

“You actually noticed?” she said with surprise in her voice.

“Of course, you go from blonde with dark roots,” drawing a glare from her when I said ‘dark roots’, “to a redhead. Actually, your complexion goes better with red hair.”

“I am a redhead,” she stated confidently, “you’ve seen my hair red before.”

“Yeah, but you’re always changing it. Who knows what color it will be next week. Now, go ahead and go swimming,” I said. “I want to catch up on some blogging. And, DON’T FORGET YOUR KEY.”

“I won’t. I stuck it right here,” she said as she began to reach for it.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t need to know where you keep your key,” I said turning my back to go back to what I was doing, “Oh, and please shut my door on your way out.”

November 7, 2017

Day 6 – Rolla Missouri

I keep wanting to say, "Rella", when it is "Rolla".  Why?  Because that's the way the locals say it.  I put up with that when I lived in Pocatella, I mean, Pocatello, Idaho.  Either way, we're on our way there.

I keep wanting to say, "Rella", when it is "Rolla".  Why?  Because that's the way the locals say it.  I put up with that when I lived in Pocatella, I mean, Pocatello, Idaho.  Either way, we're on our way there.

Rolla Missouri

I keep wanting to say, “Rella”, when it is “Rolla”.  Why?  Because that’s the way the locals say it.  I put up with that when I lived in Pocatella, I mean, Pocatello, Idaho.  Either way, we’re on our way to Rolla Missouri.

Obnoxious

Most of the places we stopped made us feel welcome.  This one, however, was on the obnoxious side.

We stopped and were taking pictures of the teepee buildings.  A lady came out telling us not to take pictures.  She invited us in to the “gift shop”, and proceeded to tell us it is a $5 charge which will be deducted from any purchase we make.

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Teepee Gift Shop

I asked questions about the history of the place, for which she couldn’t (or wouldn’t) answer.  I wasn’t impressed.  So I bought a few postcards to recover my $5 entrance fee.  From now on, I’ll just drive by.  It wasn’t worth the stop.

For Sale

An old car for sale caught my attention.  I’m glad we stopped.  It is a 1930 Pontiac.  It is fun to see how my Grand Prix started off.  Look at the grill.  It looks like a Pontiac.  Grills are an important part of a car’s identity.

 

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1930 Pontiac

Jesse James

This place is big in to Jesse James.  We didn’t tour the wax museum, but the gift shop had some nice postcards.

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Wax Museum

Lunch Time

Lunch time and we stopped for a burger.  We stopped at Steak n’Shake.  We told our waitress what we are doing and she asked if we do maternity portraits.  Well, unfortunately for her New York is a long drive.

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Another Good Burger

While this is a chain burger joint, when you’re ready to eat, you stop and eat.  Little did we know there was a little diner down the road.  The Circle N.  Needless to say, we didn’t eat there, but we did go inside.

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The Circle N

Inside we found a cool Route 66 Mural.

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Inside the Circle N

Already Ate

We kicked ourselves again when we came to the Missouri Hick BBQ.  Again, we went inside to check it out. At the Missouri Hick BBQ you find Hick Chicks. (That’s what they call the waitresses.)

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Missouri Hick BBQ

 

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Hick Chicks

Moving Right Along

Moving right along we next stopped at the Wagon Wheel Motel.  The stone cottages are so much different than the other motels we’ve seen on Route 66.  They also have their old cars and gas pumps too.

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Wagon Wheel Motel

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Old Gas Pumps

As we entered the next town (Cuba, Missouri), I couldn’t help but notice this “Jesus – King of the Road” sign in the shape of a U.S. Highway Shield.  Very Route 66.

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King of the Road

Cuba, Missouri, offers a lot of Route 66 visuals.  It hosts several murals, unique buildings, and other eclectic stuff we associate with Route 66.

As we are leaving Cuba we see this HUGE Rocking Chair!  It’s constructed better than most buildings.

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Underside Showing Construction

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Giant Rocking Chair

Enough for This Recap

Enough for this recap.  We’re still on the road to Rolla Missouri, so watch for our next post.