What a superb fall morning for cycling in Detroit. Glorious skies, (I spotted one cloud formation that looked just like a Mercator projection of the earth), little or no wind, unseasonably warm temperatures, and the ever-delightful companionship of the learned hand himself, the Legal Eagle. Here’s a map he made of our route.
Fort Street is one of the smoothest pieces of pavement in the City, and nearly deserted on Sundays. It also has a lot of abandoned buildings, like this “warehouse”, which was erected in 1897. Seems a shame someone can’t repurpose it into something usable.
It looks like a warehouse for air
Detroit and its environs likes ham. There are ham restaurants all over the place. Lile’s, in Dearborn, may be the most famous ham sandwich place in the area, but I’m partial to the Ham Center in Warren. Johnny’s Ham King on Fort gets all kind of love on Yelp, but I haven’t eaten there myself.
Is Johnny the King of Ham? Or is Johnny the Ham King’s subject?
Further along, we rode past a ghost sign for a business that started in 1947, and lasted until (I don’t know, but the building looks as if it’s been empty for a while).
I come from the Motor City with a Banjo Housing on my knee
Cheek by jowl with the erstwhile Bond & Bailey, Inc., is a going concern, which specializes in similar automotive type gear. Its mascot features, among other bits ‘n’ pieces, a leaf spring, clutch housing, and, I believe, parts of a banjo housing.
The real man of steel
It really was a beautiful morning – and the Legal Eagle showed off his Great Lakes Shipping nerd mad skillz by identifying the 1,000 footer even before it had glided by.
The white smoke is the signal that they’ve picked a new pope over at Great Lakes Steel
We had to take a quick detour, as Jefferson dead ends into what looks like an abandoned lot. While riding up Scotten, the railroad signal went off, and the barriers dropped. We couldn’t see a train coming (and there’s no worry about getting hit by a TGV on these tracks), so I decided to find out if it’s actually possible to hear a train coming by putting one’s ear on the tracks.
Professional at work: Don’t try this at home, kids.
The answer is, I couldn’t hear anything. (Maybe the asynchronous clanging of the warning bells overpowered the ‘singing of the rails’). Eventually, a CSX locomotive & cars slowly rumbled by. I liked the mobile street art on this unit:
I cannot say which part of this car is the “anti-pilferage device”
I know of a couple of phony “Yacht Clubs” in Detroit; the Polish Yacht Club on Joseph Campau, and the Motor City Yacht Club on Jefferson, but until today was not aware of this place. Nor do I know its membership requirements and fees. That said, it looks like it’s mostly for sailors.
No young nice people allowed
There was a big Motorcycle Club Rally/Chili contest in Plymouth, Michigan today. (The Legal Eagle and I had seen an inordinate number of leather clad Harley Riders on the road this morning, and my Llama Loving Leatherneck Belonging friend clued me in about the rally). I guess that’s why the Iron Coffins headquarters was closed.
I don’t know what the entrance to your home looks like, but I’m guessing you probably don’t have two delivery areas clearly delineated for the benefit of your letter carrier or UPS delivery person. It also gives me the opportunity to importune you to answer some nagging questions the stencils raise. First, the manse in question:
Delray’s self-proclaimed Crib in the Hood
So, here’s the question. Where do packages from the USPS, FedEx, or DHL go?
Attached to a utility pole in front of the house was a shrine-like compendium of plastic flowers and a bowl, into which had been inserted a clothed Barbie® doll.
I don’t know if this is a Malibu® Barbie®
n.b.: Joe, perceptive as always, has suggested this may be a rare Poconos® Barbie®
Over on Wyoming (BTW, I have now ridden the entire length of Wyoming), we came upon a lunchery. The Mustang Inn offers XX Servers. I’m familiar with X, and XXX, but XX is news to me.
1/2 pound of ?
OK, so what do you think XX stands for?
More perplexing and important issues awaited farther up the road.
Here is a self-service car and truck wash. It is, as the sign says, “Under New Management”.
Come on in. The water’s fine.
Here are the philosophical conundrums (conundra?) I’m wrestling with. The first is, since it’s self-serve, how can you actually tell it’s under new management? The second is: What happens if you try it and don’t like it?
The Topless Club Venus probably has the same sorts of amenities as others of its ilk. The va-va-voomy neon sign is quite nice.
She’s not topless in public
The sign on the side of the building was a little puzzling to me.
Is that all day Tuesday, and until 7 on Wednesday?
Here’s the question. What’s the $5 Kitchen Special? Something to eat or a $10 dance that’s cheaper because it’s in the kitchen instead of the regular $10 dance area?
The Venus is hiring, by the way.
Looking for someone to bounce the bar staff
For some reason, the back gate to the Ford Drive-In was open, so we took a spin in to look around. Lo and behold, it’s an outdoor Multiplex®! Beyond that, it’s the self-proclaimed largest drive-in theatre IN THE WORLD! Here’s screen three:
Is this the last drive-in in Detroit?
Spell fail time on the TDH. If you were on Jeopardy, and the answer was “the amount for which the insured is liable on each loss, injury, etc., before an insurance company will make payment”, the correct question would be “what is deductible?” Like “available”, “deductible” is one of the most misspelled words in Motown. I see deductable a lot. On one side of the Eureka Auto Glass building, not only do they spell it deductable, they also promise to “wave” it.
Well, howdy, deductable
Curiously, on another side of the building, they spell deductible correctly, but still misconstrue “wave” for “waive”. See?
Still waving at that part of your policy
However, in a Solomonic display of I-can’t-make-up-my mind-which-way-to-spell-deductible, in yet another location the Eureka Auto Glass company goes both ways at once, and dispenses with the wave entirely: (You can click on the photo to enlarge it.)
Deductible, deductable, whatever, they’ll pay it.
As long as we’re in the covering your bases mode, the nicely named “Holla Dollar” store sort of kind of promises that everything in the store is a dollar. Except for the things that aren’t.
I don’t know if hair is a dollar or a dollar & more
Finally, a nihilist pov in the street art category. Note to the squeamish: May be NSFW.
Don’t sugar coat it, dude.
But even that downer sentiment couldn’t put a damper on a very nice ride, indeed. I am glad to report that the Lafayette Coney Island whupped the American on last week’s poll, and to celebrate its victory, the Legal Eagle and I brunched at the winner’s location. (Three on two).