Traveling up US1 in a VW van is on my bucket list...I read this in my book and it reminded me.
"In the 1950's, before the federal interstate highways cut the U.S. in six-lane precision, wonder, efficiency and freedom, their smaller and less efficient two-lane twin brothers politely meandered through and around small-town America--careful not to upset the balance of pecan trees, live oaks and fourth-generation chickken farms. Dotted with concrete-block, mom-and-pop motels, full-serve gas stations and all-u-can-eat buffets, U.S. 1--something like an east coast Route 66--was the lifeline of every traveling salesman and vacationing family from Maine to Miami. Between the free orange juice stands, junk stores, alligator farms and state-line souvenir stores brimming with stale Claxton fruit cakes and Mountain Dew, the route represented Americana in its heyday."
-Where the River Ends by Charles Martin