Rolling Stones, Tyson Fury, and the Eagles: More Tales from the Road (and even a bit about Route 66)

Bonus Material for members of the By Their Own Compass Club

Research Notes by Jeremiah

I have, in fact, stood on the corner of Winslow, Arizona. About 25 years ago, my Dad and I were cruising across the American Southwest, including stretches of the by-then defunct Route 66, and despite driving the most cumbersome vehicle imaginable (a U-Haul rental box truck), he graciously agreed to make a pit stop so that I could live out a fantasy immortalised by a band that I don’t really like all that much. Such is the power of Americana. Today, that same corner features a bronze statue (with a second, honouring the late Glenn Frey, added in 2016) and a ‘flatbed Ford’ parked conveniently nearby to complete the scene.