Every summer, to commemorate chrome, exhaust, and whitewall tires, Michigan is home to the world's largest rolling car show. Eighy bazillion classic, antique and unique cars come rolling down historic Woodward Avenue (which pisses off the people living there to no end). Honestly, the noise and smell is unbearable, but the eyeball-candy is WORTH IT. And the only sad part is all the amazing cars I saw but wasn't quick enough to get photos of.
Ah, car shows. Were there many stalls and tows? That video's lovely. When you get stuck in traffic behind your past-or-future self, but you don't want to hassle yourself into a paradox.
Ah, car shows. Were there many stalls and tows? That video's lovely. When you get stuck in traffic b
None that I saw. The only cars on trucks I noticed were ones where the owners had it on a flatbed because they're too horrified to actually drive their precious baby.
>That video's lovely. When you get stuck in traffic behind your past-or-future self, but you don't want to hassle yourself into a paradox.
Unfortunately, it'd be a little hard to get up to 88 on Woodward yesterday.
>Were there many stalls and tows? None that I saw. The only cars on trucks I noticed were ones wher