I have to admit country doesn’t do it for me at all, straw hats, cowboy boots, check shorts and warbling bout lovin to a banjo, just don’t float my boat at all.

As we came through Oklahoma all of the roads are named Garth Brooks this and that and then when we checked into the hotel there be a good ole boy in dungarees and a straw hat, now what was I think, oh yes Yee Haa.

The pics are of some of the original Route66 concrete slabs from the1930s and the bridge had 38 “pony” trusses. So tonight we are stopping next to Lucilles Road House, where Mrs Fogg will no doubt partake of something healthy