Steinbeck called it ”the road of flight.” Desperate people, “refugees from dust and shrinking land,” found the highway and headed west. Folks still do.
After negotiating a herd or burros, travelers may come across a 1952 3/4-ton Chevrolet pickup*, its metal dulled by the sun and the dust, by the relentless tramp of time along the great Mother Road.
Oatman, Ariz., 1,890 miles west of Atlanta.
(Photos by Senior Junkyard Correspondent Harold “Tex” Colson)
*The Greatest Pickup Of All Time
It Was Running When I Parked It 