Not many things survive a century of being America. This road did.
They dedicated Route 66 in 1926, when driving coast to coast was still an adventure worth years of stories. Eight states, hundreds of towns, generations of people who needed to move — west from the Dust Bowl, out of whatever was holding them — and found this road waiting. A hundred years of diners and motor courts and neon signs that kept burning long after the interstate bypassed everything around them. The centennial isn't nostalgia. It's proof the road is still doing what it always did.
One hundred years. Still the only road that matters.
