Henry David Thoreau famously once said, “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” And if good old Hank were here, I think he would have approved of this past weekend’s bike excursion. My ride cobbled together an usual set of destinations — two iconic buildings and a reclaimed vacant lot — all with the goal of seeing Detroit through new eyes.
“Don’t let them win by continuing to hold onto the anger,” my sister reminded. So in that moment I turned to what I often do when I need to clear my head: exercise. It was getting late, but there was enough daylight left for a decent ride around my old standby Belle Isle.
It naturally follows that being able to consume lots and lots of food would be an appealing aspect of bike touring for me. All I had to do was sleep, ride, hike, occasionally bathe, avoid being eaten by bears, and eat? At the distances we would be riding, my body would transform into a calorie incinerator operating at maximum capacity!
Eventually I’ll write up a real post about the bike touring trip from Jasper to Banff. But in the meantime, here are some of the photos that I’ve been promising everyone.
Everything was fine and familiar until I snapped back into reality up near Palmer Park and noticed that the directions were about to take me onto Woodward Ave. My brain argued back. Now Siri and Google were clearly conspiring to kill me in an auto-on-bicyclist showdown. This was the “beta directions” part they always warn you about… Maybe it was the hubris of conquering mountains that got to me, but I decided to take that challenge and give old Woodward a go. And as cars whizzed by, I started thinking more about what the road is and what it means to Detroit(ers) today and what it will mean for us in the future.