Uploaded August 2015 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Take a little drive with me. I'm going Northbound on Woodward Ave. Good thing, because Southbound traffic is stop and go, bumper to bumper, LA style madness.
Every third weekend in August the whole country shows up to drive around in a circle on Woodward Avenue, a historic stretch of road that spans two counties: Wayne and Oakland.
Woodward Avenue was the first paved road in the world, but my father remembers when it was still a dirt and gravel "country road" after you left the city limits of Detroit.
People from everywhere drive or haul their automotive masterpieces to be admired by about a million people over the weekend. Blinding flashes of chrome and every color imaginable comprise the spectacle. Yes, there are DeLoreans. I saw two.
Car enthusiasts, usually men, spend years of their lives and fortunes in labor and wealth restoring these massive hulks of metal, some 100 years old, that were once the height of technological advancement in the West.
For idea buffs like me, this weekend represents so much more than a fun, exciting, aesthetically thrilling hobby for others. It represents the whole idea of independence in American and Western culture.
Freedom is organized chaos at it's best. No camp directors. Barely any cops. Zero tolerance for mass transit or bureaucratic regulations. Just going out for a drive, because you can.
Effects by Sound Bible, WOMC (which might get me bit, we'll see) and the legendary voice of JJ Johnson.
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Take a little drive with me. I'm going Northbound on Woodward Ave. Good thing, because Southbound traffic is stop and go, bumper to bumper, LA style madness.
Every third weekend in August the whole country shows up to drive around in a circle on Woodward Avenue, a historic stretch of road that spans two counties: Wayne and Oakland.
Woodward Avenue was the first paved road in the world, but my father remembers when it was still a dirt and gravel "country road" after you left the city limits of Detroit.
People from everywhere drive or haul their automotive masterpieces to be admired by about a million people over the weekend. Blinding flashes of chrome and every color imaginable comprise the spectacle. Yes, there are DeLoreans. I saw two.
Car enthusiasts, usually men, spend years of their lives and fortunes in labor and wealth restoring these massive hulks of metal, some 100 years old, that were once the height of technological advancement in the West.
For idea buffs like me, this weekend represents so much more than a fun, exciting, aesthetically thrilling hobby for others. It represents the whole idea of independence in American and Western culture.
Freedom is organized chaos at it's best. No camp directors. Barely any cops. Zero tolerance for mass transit or bureaucratic regulations. Just going out for a drive, because you can.
Effects by Sound Bible, WOMC (which might get me bit, we'll see) and the legendary voice of JJ Johnson.
facebook.com/TCBeads
