Motor City

Is it strange to be working selling bicycle parts in a city nicknamed Motor City? Not so much. This picture of Detroit, this is not the Detroit I know, but I'd like to see it like that. I see urban and the grit,grit,grittiness. I like gritty, but this is a hard working, not a lot of pay for that hard working, grit. It's tired. It's beat down gritty. Detroit is a don't-mess-with-me kind of grit. And I don't. I only observe and keep moving and flash my Kiss Army card in times danger. It keeps me safe.

Heading over to Lansing tomorrow. Will post pics of my journey this week. A photo journal, if you will. Stay tuned.