The tough flee town.
Once again, it's time for the annual cruise down America's first highway. An event that began in the mid 90s as a fundraiser, has become a monster. Oh sure, to those who come to participate--and they come in from all over the world for this-- driving up and down Woodward Avenue may be fun. It's just not my idea of fun. People are either lining the streets as spectators, or driving their pristine, and sometimes not so pristine, old cars around and around and around in circles. The air becomes choked with exhaust only a vintage car can belch out and when it rains, it comes down in the form of pure testosterone. Traffic moves with all the forward motion of a snail.
I live less than one mile from this main artery that takes me to and from the freeways. The event isn't official until Saturday, but believe me, it's begun in earnest already and it makes the lives of normal commuters, area residents and most business owners miserable for an entire week. For the metro area, it will bring in around $50 million dollars. I've yet to meet a business owner who says they benefit, but someone must. Probably gas stations.
Lucky for me, with one exception, I've remembered to stay off this road this week. Also, the stars have aligned and Saturday just happens to coincide with the Michigan Fiber Festival. In the time it takes one vintage car to drive 3 miles down Woodward Avenue during the thick of the all day event, I will be 172 miles away in Allegan, Michigan. That is not an exaggeration.
Once there, I will pet the alpaca, fondle the fleece and ogle the yarn. Hell, I may even buy more than a little. That is not an exaggeration, either.
While I hate to disappoint you, I will not have photos of muscle cars, traffic or smog to show you proof of this hellacious event, however, check back Sunday for pictures of sheep.
Are you running away from anything this week?