Even though the first Road Trip was credited to Bertha Benz (wife of Karl Benz, who we all know invented the gasoline-powered car), the Road Trip is truly an American Icon given in part to Route 66, American movies, and our own road trip memories. Just the idea of the road trip conjures images of Wyatt and Billy, Otter, Boon & Flounder, Clark ogling “The girl in the red Ferrari”, or your own college shenanigans.
The last week of 2011, I took off from Dallas to Ruidoso, New Mexico on my own road trip. As usual, I think getting there is half the fun. My version of roadgeeking involves spotting interesting vehicles and driving through random towns along the way. I won’t bore everyone with the number of Wagoneers or FJ-40′s I saw in fields, but here are a few pictures of my trip.
My choice of vehicle for this trip is the 80 Series Toyota Land Cruiser. Gas pours through this truck like it’s free, but the four wheel drive and scooter hauling capabilities make up for it.

It's 5:00 AM and take-off time. The truck is equipped with a scooter hauler in case I find a Lambretta in the middle of nowhere.
I pulled over to snap a shot of an old tractor in a small town, and much to my suprise was a mid-1950′s “handle-bar” scooter leaning against the barn. It’s an Italian made Vespascooter that was sold by Sears under the Allstate brand. Just, fyi, I was able to contact the owner after a little sleuthing.

Many Allstates have surfaced in rural communities. Farmers and ranchers bought them right out of the Sears, Roebuck & Co. catalogue.
I continued west and stopped to hunt for fossil specimens just south of U.S. 84. I’d heard this area was a good place to find Cretaceous area Pelecypods and Echinoids.
Here are the cleaned examples of the oyster fossils I found. I believe these fall under the genus, Texigrypheae:
I hit some snow in far West Texas as I crossed into Eastern New Mexico. I saw an interesting antique rideable train and had to sneak some photos. As soon as I hear back from my train experts I’ll post up what this thing is.
These shots were taken through the fence of a great junkyard in Roswell, New Mexico. Thanks to my cousin, Bryan Wofford, for giving me the tip about this place.
After driving almost 600 miles I get into the mountains outside Ruidoso. I don’t recommend taking pictures through the windshield while driving on twisty mountain roads. I really don’t recommend photos that include borring Chevy Cavaliers either.
A few days later I coasted the entire way home. Thanks for reading. -Grant
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most importantly, did you come home with a scooter on the back?
Not yet. It’s still sitting in the same place. I figured it has sat there for a million years and still would be in a few weeks, unless those picker guys read about it on here and make a run for it. The gentleman who owns it is going to try to scrape up some parts and he might have another one somewhere. I’ll keep everyone posted. As that one sits it’s almost too great to remove it from it’s final resting place.
Ripping journey! In the wrecking yard I see a 1950 Ford and a Rambler American, probably between ’60 and ’62. My mom’s first car was a navy blue 2-door ’50 Ford, and my neighbor that died in about 1990 had a white Rambler American 2-door with a red leatherette interior. Nice post!
Hi there!
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