Riding throughout the city of Detroit I see lots of folks walking in the streets, on sidewalks, waiting for bus stops or simply hanging out on street corners. Many times they’ll shout out some pretty interesting things at me. I’ve been writing down many of them, and on occasion I’ll publish a few. Here is the first round, take a read!
While bicycling west on Michigan Avenue near Livernois, I caught a stoplight. Sitting on the curb to my right and wobbling ever so slightly was a street wise looking young woman that appeared to be heavily drugged. She looked at me through bloodshot, half-opened eyes and said in a slurry voice as she tried to get up, “Hi honey, take me for a ride.” I shook my head no, smiled and pedaled away.
On a late afternoon, I was pedaling along Mack Avenue into a very strong headwind. An older man was walking toward me on the sidewalk, and when we passed he yelled out, “Hey man, you need a sail on that thing.” He didn’t break stride and kept right on walking as if I wasn’t even there.
Cruising along Mt. Elliot I passed an overgrown park where a couple of men were sitting on a bench drinking. One of them slowly stood up, pointed his finger at me and started yelling, “That guy stole my bike, that guy stole my bike, that’s my bike.” His friend reached up, grabbed him by the back of his pants and pulled him back down.
I was riding home with a friend one Friday evening from a Critical Mass Bike Ride on Forest Street near Gratiot Avenue. The light changed to amber and I stopped. My riding partner cruised through the light to the other side. When I got the green, I crossed Gratiot and a car slowly rolled up next to me and the driver yelled out, “You’re lucky I wasn’t drunk,” and took off. Not sure what he meant by that.
One afternoon I was sitting at a stoplight in the left turn on St. Jean Street waiting for the light to change when a long, black Cadillac rolled up next to me. I glanced at the driver, he at me. A few seconds later he rolled down the window and yelled out, “Hey.”
I looked at him and returned the line.
He then said, “I’ll trade you this car for that bike.”
I started chuckling and he said, “Man with the price of gas, a bike sure makes sense.”
“Sure does,” I said.
“Is it a deal?” he asked.
Noticing his young son strapped into a car seat, I said, “Sure, you can put the car seat on the carrier here and you’re good to go.”
“I’ll get back with ya on that,” he said and rolled up the window and drove away.
Pedaling past Foran’s Pub on Woodward early this spring and happened to be wearing shorts. There were a group of young women at an outdoor table and one glanced at me, looked down at my legs and yelled out, “nice legs!” I laughed, said thanks and kept on my way.
I was cycling west on Freud Street near Fairview Street when I heard the distinct buzz of a motor scooter coming up from the rear. I glanced over my left shoulder just as it approached and noticed the scooter was painted a nice, bright powder blue. As it passed by I saw that the rider was wearing a suit in the same color! I waved as he passed, and he said in a booming voice, “All right now,” and zoomed away.