Detroit's cycle craze shifts into another gear thanks to this blog dedicated to motor-less
transport in Motown -- with some cultural pit stops along the way.
Author Charlie Z., camera in hand (careful there) is passionate about
capturing the feel and spirit of Detroit from two wheels. He also loves
books and jazz from the 1950s and 1960s. Clearly, we think he's onto
something here.
Excerpt:
I've experienced the sweet smell of bakeries and barbecues, breathed in
the smokey fumes from beat-up cars, and diesel exhaust from buses or
trucks has left my throat scratchy and dry. I've heard the sound of
gospel music filling the streets on a Sunday morning. I've heard the
people mover
rumbling overhead. I've heard dogs barking, horns blowing, sirens
blaring and street corner vendors hawking their goods. Most of all, I've
seen considerable contrast between wealth and poverty. As I cycle
through this city, I hope to present some of the unusual sights and
rich sounds found within its borders.
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