Originally Posted by LJ325

I rode 25 miles out to Elizabeth Park then turned around and rode 15 miles over to the Ambassador Bridge.

Detroit is such a rat hole. Building after building after building gutted by fire then the rubble left there to add to the marring of the (almost entirely absent) aesthetics of the city. Also, there was nary a soul around. Riding along Jefferson, I felt like that guy from the 28 Days Later movie - the only person left in a completely vacant city.

The next time I ride through Ecorse, River Rouge and Detroit, I'll be packing my .45