I am serious.
I can totally understand if it can't happen. But I'm picturing you, solo, in the Speedster with a GoPro, and the station's mobile weather unit (truck) with at least one (probably 2?) crew trailing. The narrative is easy: "Will Cory Make It?"
You will experience "weather" throughout your journey (quest?), and so will you be challenged. Stocking proper garments, proper emergency provisions (jack, spare, sunscreen SPF 30,000, soap-on-rope...), fitting your gear into the tiny frunk, teaching viewers about how people road tripped in the Days of Old (I'd do this segment in a grainy B&W newsreel style), and bringing your special vehicle to its East Coast Home.
Two or three stops along the way, interviews with locals there maybe?
If you're lucky you'll get the chance to out-run a tornader.
Shots of the Speedy, doing 75 mph, getting passed by tandem semis whose wheel tops are visible above your door sills....
Then a short feature on the Carlisle show, wherein you will (possibly?) will the "Longest Distance Driven (Speedster Division) Award," which is much coveted.
Basically a week of A-1 Sweeps Week TV Content.
And yeah, I know I know: lotta bills for some silliness. But if I were you I would totally pitch this; AZ has some rabid-ass old-fogey car nuts and people in general seem to like you anyway.
They'd watch!
Ed -- you're a big thinker. It's what everyone here loves about you.
You don't ask "if something can be done." You lay it all out like an action-plan. You think like a producer.
All right... I'm down (in spirit) with this 2,500-mile odyssey.
Since it'll be May, and we'll be in the dark heart of tornado season, I'll take a southern route from Arizona to Pennsylvania, the better to meet up with the sorts of scary conditions that will test both the Speedster's legendary water-tightness, and its spider-like road-grip, even when lashed by rain, and buffeted by winds in excess of 140 mph. (If there's one thing I know, it's that viewers love actual danger.)
Howzabout this twist: we make it a real Route 66 adventure.
I blast up to Flagstaff from Phoenix, and, thereafter, I just lock off my life in 1957. Like I've stepped out of a time machine.
I use only roads, motels, diners, and gas stations that existed during the Eisenhower administration. I dress the part. I order a lot of egg salad sandwiches and meat loaf specials. No cell phone. I spend a lot of time in rest areas, leaning on the Speedster's door, looking cool, looking at a massive road map. (Of course, I'll be buying a new one at each state's border, so I know where the heck I'm headed.)
I think the idea's got legs, Ed. I'll pitch it. Never know when there's an unforeseen nugget in the station's budget...
Also -- I'm open to other suggestions for activities during this throwback journey... All should feel free to weigh in.