The Storm

This morning's ride was nice -but getting caught in a downpour on the way home was brutal (but cool).

Ladder #60 is my safe haven. When I run home, I stop here for a drink of water and some friendly chit chat. If ever I need help on Gunston, this is where you will find me.


I found a new road in Detroit to take; a lot of homes are being burned or torn down. On this street, as you can see, almost all is back to nature.


The Layfayette Building is next to be torn down in the D. It sits across the now posh Book Cadillac.

The most interesting fact about this gem is that it was designed so that no matter where you sit in the office building, you have a window view. See how the architect cut an inside slice of the building for the peeps in the inside cubicles.

I hope they do not knock down the Layfayette coney place. That is where my bus stop is and sometimes, if I am early, I have been known to sneak in there for a dog before going home. Yummy!
One more pic of the building before demolition. Goodbye old friend.



Now for the way home.... Look it's getting dark and the clouds are rolling in.

This is the last pic before I had to hide the cam equipment. The rain was thicker than pea soup, the winds were howling at 20 mphr, and the roads where flooded to my pedals. Did I stop and get on the bus? This isn't amature hour here, tuck in and plow forward full steam ahead.