An abbreviated version of the article that appears in AMAC Magazine.
For generations of Americans, the road was Route 66. Stretching roughly 2,400 miles from Chicago to Los Angeles, it carried workers searching for opportunity, servicemen heading west, and families on vacation eager to see what waited beyond the next town.
By the 1920s, automobiles were changing how Americans traveled, but the roads hadn’t caught up. Oklahoma civic leader Cyrus Avery pushed for a numbered highway linking Chicago and Los Angeles — and on November 11, 1926, U.S. Highway 66 was born. It stitched together existing roads across eight states and wasn’t paved end to end until 1938.
The Dust Bowl sent thousands west, and John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath gave the highway an enduring nickname: the “Mother Road.” After World War II, Route 66 entered its golden age — families packed station wagons for the Grand Canyon, California beaches, and Disneyland, rolling past diners, motels, and neon signs. The journey itself had become the vacation.
At its peak, the Mother Road was pure Americana — neon-lit filling stations, roadside giants, and motels shaped like teepees, each one promising weary travelers a reason to pull over and stay a while. Songwriter Bobby Troup captured the feeling in “(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66,” the 1946 hit that turned the highway’s towns into a coast-to-coast singalong.
Progress brought its decline. The 1956 Federal-Aid Highway Act built wider, faster interstates that bypassed the small towns, and on June 27, 1985, Route 66 was officially removed from the U.S. Highway System.
But it wouldn’t stay gone. Arizona barber Angel Delgadillo — Route 66’s “Guardian Angel” — helped form the Historic Route 66 Association, sparking preservation across all eight states. Neon signs were restored, motels reopened, and in 2026 the Mother Road celebrates its 100th anniversary. One hundred years later, we’re still getting our kicks on Route 66.