I cant express the feeling of riding around in Detroit but its allot like a post apocalyptic scenario. Everything is deserted, 4 lanes of asphalt are yours to ride on how you see fit and the once bustling infrastructure of the city make for some amazing yet creepy places to ride.
Living in the suburbs of Detroit, you can't so much as rev your engine without Johnny law extracting $200 from your bank account and treating you like a menace to the human race. Part of the allure of riding there is for this reason alone. It gives the feeling of freedom that the motorcycle was meant for. The feeling that warms your soul as you twist your grip and leave all your thoughts in your wake. I was grinning ear to ear as I shifted at 15000 revs, let the music sing out of the tail pipe and outran my troubles.
We stopped at the site of the Edmond Fitzgerald memorial just a stones through away from Canada where we relaxed and watched a few freighters cruise by. From there we detoured through some questionable areas to get to Mexican town for some dinner where we had burritos, tacos, spoke of future projects and the state of current ones.
I cant wait to go do it again soon.