Well, it’s another “Zero Day“, but with a twist. lol Today there was no firewood cutting, gathering, or stacking. I’m daydreaming and thinking about places to ride my bike.
My mind is full of visions of tree-lined avenues and waterside pathways. Every now and then a scene of cruising down some primary roadway, such as US-441, US-1, or even US-66 (Route 66) sneaks in. I know these are not the quiet routes I am so fond of, but their history has a significant draw to me.
I love traveling to areas that are almost lost in time because of the Interstate system, roads that once were the life-blood of this nation, only to be replaced by an Interstate, then forgotten by the average person.
There are still many of the old gas stations, cafes, and general-stores around, most of which have either been converted into some form of housing, community center, or professional offices.
These are interesting, but the most intriguing are the rare examples that have somehow managed to fight off the effects of time and still look much like they did during their heyday, often complete with antique gas pumps or overhead sign facades, and those that have been “discovered” by a preservation group which restored them to their original appearance.
In their time they were truly architectural works of art. Just like cars, they don’t make them like that anymore. Sure, they were energy wasting hogs with little or no insulation, old creaky wooden floors, no air conditioning, and screen doors which slammed shut with a loud “smack”, but they had charm. A person felt wanted and appreciated when there. The proprietors gave real customer service, and when they asked you to come back they meant it. It wasn’t just something the corporate office told them to say. The customer was treated like a friend, and in many cases they were friends, relatives, or neighbors.
Whenever I pass by, especially when I have time to stop and admire one of these places, I almost feel like I stepped out of a time machine. Nostalgia floods my body and soul. It’s almost like I’m a kid again, at least until reality (or somebody’s car horn) brings me back to my senses.
This is going to be one of the things I’ll truly enjoy about cruising around on my bike… the ease of stopping to admire representations of a by-gone era where friendliness was in abundance, and honesty was common place.
Places like these are portals back to the carefree days of my youth when worry was just something you overheard the adults talking about and nothing was out of reach or impossible to achieve because… well, just because. 🙂
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