I have come to Winslow, Arizona seeking the most famous corner of the most legendary road in the world. A corner immortalized in the Eagles’s first single from their eponymous debut album. A corner emblazoned with a Route 66 shield so enormous it can be spotted easily by travelers running down the road, eagles soaring overhead and, I am certain, astronauts in orbit.
I arrive to such a fine sight: a classic American rock song brought to life.
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Amboy. There are many strange places along Route 66. Amboy is by wide margin the strangest.
Miles from anywhere, anything or anyone, Amboy is a giant sign rising alone from the desert; a sign that says both “Roy’s,” and you have gone too far, turn back.
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From afar, nothing hints at the Santa Monica Pier as the western end of Route 66. The pier is far removed from the vast, archaic emptiness that characterizes the rest of Route 66, and there are far too many distractions—the beach, the dizziness of Santa Monica and the novelty of the pier, a world-class landmark in its own right—for it to feel like a part of the grand old highway.
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