Sunday, December 04, 2016

The Wonder Of 1950's Technology #129: Motels





Presenting a KFJC Psychotronix Film Fest is tons of fun, but also tons of effort. That means fatigue and a bit of sleep deprivation the next day, so Way Too Damn Lazy To Write A Blog's post for this weekend, December 2-4, 2016 is mostly a desperate attempt to figure out what the heck to write about today.



Like it or not, may end up traveling in 2016-2017, possibly even taking a road trip. Yes, we'll be on the road, not quite with the savoir faire of Willie Nelson and more like Jack E. Leonard than Jack Kerouac.



Looks like it will be time to "get your kicks on Route 66."



And with the full understanding that such an expedition would be six decades after the fact!




As far as roadside motels go, here's one that looks promising!



I like this motel because it has air conditioning! Such a deal!



Now if your name happens to be Janet Leigh, for cryin' out loud, don't let your cheapskate narc husband sell you on that all-expenses-paid Honeymoon In Mexico.



Make no mistake about it, those accommodations can leave something to be desired!



Also, while engaged in business travel, think twice about pulling off the road here, even if it is a genuine motel.



Far less dilapidated and more interesting: the Peter Pan Motor Lodge in Anaheim, CA. This blogger, always interested in vintage signage, remains a sucker for cartoon characters used to sell products entirely and laughably unrelated to their adventures onscreen. I hope the lodge didn't hire an out-of-work actor to wear a Peter Pan getup while taking reservations.



There actually has been a website on the San Jose State University faculty page, penned by Andrew and Jenny Wood, not All About Eve but all about lodgings. It's called Motel Americana and was established in 1995. After finding out if the motels mentioned actually still exist - Best Western or Worst Western - one might plan a potential road trip, the ol' jalopy and not that robust physical constitution willing.



Should, once profoundly gripped by wanderlust, this weary traveler somehow find himself in beautiful Fairbanks, Alaska - by golly, there's always Skinny Dick's Half Way Inn. . .



One will find some very cool stuff about Roadside America throughout the Motel Americana website, but, alas, not any of Frank Zappa's 200 Motels.


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