The schedule never changes. The third Saturday of every single August draws car buffs from around the country with the lure of cruising Woodward Avenue in their vintage--and some not so vintage--cars. There is very loud rock and roll music to be heard from the corner of Woodward and 13 Mile Road and I'm about a mile away! I can hear the roar of engines, helicopters overhead, sirens as police and EMS tend to the people who are likely drinking and driving, and the voices of the constant parade of humans outside my door. The noise levels are deafening, certainly not as peaceful as a cabin in the woods, and it's only just getting started. By tomorrow, the noise will reach a crescendo and I will regret that I forgot to plan for this. Usually I duck out this weekend and head to the Michigan Fiber Festival. Not this time, though. I haven't the heart nor the gumption to get back in my car and drive west again.
|Wall, South Dakota|
Again with the poor planning. What was I thinking?
Last year the Dream Cruise got rained out when a bad storm rolled in. I guess it was awful. I wouldn't know as I was hobnobbing with sheep, alpaca and pygora goats. This year, I'm stuck and I hear the weather is to be gorgeous.
This must be purgatory.