Interestingly, I was born on Route 66, otherwise known as Central Avenue in my home town. I have driven along what parts still remain in New Mexico, Arizona, and California, these being the most interesting and scenic. I-40 had already been built before I was born, but there were still a few businesses struggling to stay open when I was a small child. My father owned one of these, a small gas station west of Albuquerque. The buildng was still standing the last time I drove past, but that has been some years ago. It's funny to think of the places life can take you. As a child I watched the occasional car drive across the old steel bridge which Route 66 used to cross Rio Puerco, and now I listen to cars drive across the modern suspension Chuo bridge from my high-rise apartment building in the heart of Tokyo, Japan. I sometimes miss the lonely old road.