Another old VW ride

Our bnb host outside Springfield likes to restore VWs.

He took me for a ride in his crew cab pickup truck. These are very rare and it is interesting to read about the 'chicken tax' that was the cause of its rarity.

The front windows open which makes for wonderful air conditioning.

It seems like every window opens.

The back seat.

A knob can adjust the amount of air that comes though the upper vent.

We drove around to one of his friend's house to drop something off.

He is restoring a flat bed truck version.

A 1962 bug.

Notice the New South Wales number plate. The bnb couple have friends near New Castle in Oz who bought a vehicle from them.

Inside the bug.

It is such an exhilarating feeling being inside the old machine as it trundles down the back roads outside Springfield. Lots of fun.

For another ride in an old bug, see here.

Dodge City to Springfield MO

It was not the best of nights. The air-conditioner in the motel room made too much noise and we discovered the motel was next to a feed lot for cattle so the stench was terrible outside the room. It seemed very humid even though the temperatures were in the low 70's in the morning as we left.

Just outside Dodge we saw a sign to Fort Dodge so we drove in.

It was established as an outpost on the Santa Fe trail. Today it is used as a home for Veterans.

There is a post office.

It is called the Custer building but Custer never came here.

Back on the road heading east. It was a nice quiet drive with not much traffic.

Unusual sculptures outside some little town.

We were held up by a wide load of wind turbine towers.

They are enormous.

Arkansas River. Not very impressive here but it gets much wider eventually.

Huge silos. Kansas is famous for growing corn.

As we drove further east, we noticed more trees.

Some of the famous corn. Again, the further east we drove, the higher the corn.

Somewhere along the line we reached Missouri but we missed taking the photo of the sign.

In Missouri, many of the roads are designated by letters instead of numbers.

Now the corn was as high as the proverbial elephant's eye.

We discovered we were actually driving on the old Route 66. In this area the road has been renumbered.

We really enjoyed seeing lots of trees after the treeless plains of the west. In many ways, Missouri could be mistaken for parts of Maryland or Pennsylvania.

So it was not an exciting day, but a pleasant and easy drive.