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As a kid, and long before ‘game-boy’s or video equipment became available to occupy the little ones in the back seat – it was what passed outside that remained impressionable.  When my family traveled by car from South Florida to North Georgia the parents exerted strict ‘crowd control’ within, leaving the sisters and I only to stare from the back seat onto the rolling pavement ahead.  The small lane of asphalt rolled like a gentle black ribbon over the hills ahead, splitting the straight pines at the next horizon – the scenery remains fresh in my warmest thoughts.  The value of what I saw at the time, the ‘character’ within it all, remained to be noticed along those highways for years to come.  Many features stood into the late 60′s and 70′s – some highlights remain to this day.

As a young adult I drove a truck delivering produce from Florida to New York City, – I never ‘didn’t’ notice that highway character along the bi-ways.

As I drove the interstates were still being completed (esp I 95, I 26, I 77, and more), the ‘corridors’ were lined with passing character.  It struck me as a time and setting in evolution of sorts – our past.  What I saw ‘reeked with stories of a once thriving economy.

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As a professional driver in the early 70′s I was bound to a schedule and to the interstate’s effectiveness in meeting my deadline, it took 22-hours of straight driving from SW Fla to New York City. In those years  I moved way too steadily along the by-ways to fully appreciate that rich history, still I recognized the contribution to the local societies.

In the eighties, a family was attached to my travels – stopping along the by-roads was simply too much of an interruption, too stressful (to the wife).  I tried several times, but to stop and take a picture of some old structure was simply too much trouble for her – ‘getting there‘ once again was the point of our ride – a family destination, and I understood.

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As noted, within the years that I worked as a driver the major interstates were incomplete.  It was a constant to leave a completed section of interstate and pass through a ‘local’ stretch of highway – or should I say that it was a constant to have a stretch of interstate to travel on.  This was standard travel for my generation.  I didn’t have an ipad or Garmin to keep an eye on, we either knew the road or had a map to glance at.  My entertainment was watching the trucks gauges (speedometer didn’t work) and observing the world through the windshield.

It wasn’t difficult to notice the structures along the way, the businesses which had at one time thrived and supported so many locals and travelers.

Al

The windshield on the truck was pretty much my ‘picture window,’ and while traveling those highways – I couldn’t help but to experience the change that was taking place outside.

Our country’s interstate highway system has provided us with expeditious travel, at the same time that luxury has altered the towns and communities that were once dependent on the revenue of travelers.

On the eastern shore Interstate 95 replaced US Highway’s 17, 15, and 301 as major routes – these roads were the economy for local businesses and the activities which in-turn had sustained generations of families.

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In the South highway 441 was another more northern route through Georgia which was replaced by Interstate 75, altering the local impact of those visiting the south from Ohio, Michigan, and Wisconsin.  No different than the great highways route-66 and highway 50 leading West to California. Once the interstates were complete it was rare for travelers to deviate onto the older highways, but occasionally it did happen.  When in no particular hurry I continued to search the trail of decaying and lost businesses that remained.  They are apparent for those interested.

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There continues to be ‘full-service’ gas stations, tire stores, restaurants, and local hotels in decline – and they remain with grass growing in the cracks of those businesses.  Weeds have become trees, vines have replaced the shrubbery; deterioration is the only activity present as those once important  structures become relic’s of our past.

81 Gs

I suppose I was touched because my father was associated with the trucking industry, as a kid I was in the position to listen in to the ‘trucker’s stories’ while they sat around the truck stop savoring their coffee.  What a bunch of characters the ‘drivers’ were, especially ‘Ham-bone,’ short in stature but rich in the tallest of tales – always captivating those around with his never ending stories of antic’s.

This past summer I took a small ‘raft’ (pontoon) making my way down the Mississippi River to New Orleans (and then to Biloxi), 1800 miles worth (Raft The Mississippi) - lets just say it might have been practice for blogging a ride along some old highways, we’ll see.

And now after completing 30 years as a firefighter for the City of Asheville, NC. I just may find myself with an opportunity to ease down a few of those overlooked highways, in a little less of a hurry - Why Not?

It’s Life at Sixty.

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