Route 66 wasn't built for the careful — it was built for the ones who showed up anyway.
The bikers found this road before the tourists did. They rode it because it was long, it was honest, and it didn't pretend to be anything other than what it was — miles and miles of truth between the towns. That spirit never left. The rumble and the open air and the particular freedom that only comes from two wheels on a road with no apologies — it's still there, for the people stubborn enough to go looking. Legends aren't made on the interstate. They're made on roads that make you earn it.
