I knew I was speeding. I had been on this two-lane blacktop since New Mexico and rarely saw a car

It doesn’t take much to get me off the Interstate. I’ll take U.S. or State Highways any day. County roads are even better.

I saw it from the interstate, the old, neglected, neon, motel sign sitting along old Route 66. I had to exit and go back. The old motel was as neglected as the sign. This place hasn’t had a patron in ages...

Day Three: I can't describe my trip yesterday from Twin Falls, ID to Tonopah, NV...I just can't. I'm a lucky man that I've seen many things in my life that words, photos, and even video just can't do justice.

I’ve had a wobble when I get over 65 since I started, but I’ve not really worried about it as I’m generally going slower than that on the back roads. Well it got worse coming out of Brownfield, TX, so decided to find a place.

This practice is designed to help you learn to stay in the moment. Please feel free to share with anyone you know seeking enlightenment.

What is it with Kooky’s Road Trips and wrecks on the first night?I had JUST posted that this one is dedicated to an awareness of our mortality and there he was, lying in the middle of the highway that runs through Kingman, Kansas, his crumpled bike a few yards away.

A week ago Tuesday started out simply enough...we woke up early and hit the road north to Marceline, MO to tour the Walsworth Publishing plant, then lunch at Tall Paul's in Bucklin, MO with Meghan Viers Jolliffe, Joe Cupp, and Beverly Cupp. From there, Jonathan and I would wander rural Missouri so he could get a glimpse of life out here.

She rolled the windows up, cranked the volume up to eleven, laid her seat back, and closed her eyes, lost in the moment.

There was a moment on my trip to Amarillo on Friday where I didn't think I would make it in time for my speech...

How about another Kooky’s Road Trip? This time, a short one, to Amarillo, TX.

Day Seven: I needed a cup of Joe to keep me homeward bound. I stopped in this tiny town and am at the only place in town, having good coffee and talking with the old timers. I love this stuff.

Day Five: You are NOT going to believe this story. You’re NOT. NOT ... NOT ... NOT! I was filling up the Rambler with gas yesterday in Holbrook, shortly after leaving my Wigwam, when the guy filling up next to me says...

Day Five: I finally made it to Route 66! Can anyone guess which motel I’m staying in tonight?

Day Four: When driving old cars it’s always a good idea to look under them for puddles and parts. I guess the same could be said for old people.

Day Three: Another morning waking up in a cheap hotel along the way with bad coffee. I love this. Yesterday was NOT without event, although nothing worth raising the blood pressure...

Day One: I drove 400+ miles today from Richland to ... somewhere ... I honestly don’t know where I am, other than I’m in a motel by the highway just shy of Twin Falls, ID.