The Great Lakes \u2013 USA and Canada\u00a0 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n The plan was to fly to Chicago, rent a car and drive northwards more or less alongside Lake Michigan up to Lake Superior and then eastwards into Canada, skirting the north side of Lake Huron.\u00a0 The preferred route would then be to take a ferry from Manitoulin Island across Lake Huron to Tobermory and drive down to Detroit, which I particularly wanted to see as it is about as close to a post-apocalyptic city as it is possible to get.\u00a0 From there I would drive past Lake Erie and across to Chicago.\u00a0 Needless to say there was an ulterior motive in this, as the area has traditionally been the home of the US motor industry and there were several car museums along the way that I wanted to visit<\/p>\n Durango<\/p><\/div>\n On arrival at Chicago I was given the usual hard sell at the car rental desk and finished up with a far larger car than I had ordered, although for only a small extra charge by European standards.\u00a0 It was an almost new Dodge Durango 4x4 loaded with all the latest electronics including a keyless locking system which threw me into confusion when I tried to lock the car at the motel.\u00a0 After spending a while with the handbook I managed to master that particular aspect of the vehicle operation, but with 74 pages of the book devoted to electronics I eventually concluded that the only people who would be able to exploit the features to their fullest extent would not\u00a0 be old enough to drive the car.<\/p>\n Chicago<\/strong><\/p>\n This was my first visit to Chicago, and I decided to dedicate a day to looking round the city.\u00a0 Before leaving home I booked a 3-hour Segway tour for the afternoon, something I had wanted to do for a long time.\u00a0 For readers who are still stuck in the 20th<\/sup> century I should explain that a Segway is a very high tech means of transportation consisting of an electrically powered platform on which the rider stands between two side wheels, the seemingly impossible balancing act being achieved by gyroscopes and computers.<\/p>\n The motel was near the airport, about 16 miles from the city centre.\u00a0 Parking in the centre costs an arm and a leg, and as I would need both for the Segway I decided after some research to leave the car at a park & ride place at Rosemont, two miles from the motel, and go in on the \u2018L\u2019 or \u2018El\u2019 rapid transit system.\u00a0 The name is derived from the original elevated\u00a0 rectangular section of the network in the city centre, built in the late 1800s and called the Loop, a designation that is now applied to the general central area. \u00a0The Blue Line is the main public transport from the airport to the city, and I was quite surprised to find that it was almost empty on the Saturday morning. There were never more than about six people in the carriage, and most of the time only three, one of whom spent the whole journey slumped across his seat in a drink- or drugs-induced stupor.<\/p>\n In 2013 Chicago had more murders than any other American city, thereby earning the title of Murder Capital of the USA, although in terms of murder rate (number of murders per 100,000 inhabitants) it comes some way down the list.\u00a0 The winner on that score is Detroit, which I was to have the pleasure of visiting later in the trip.\u00a0 As I sat in the train and looked at some of the other passengers I did not feel entirely comfortable, but the vast majority of murders are drugs and or gang related, and the risk to tourists is not great.\u00a0 The train travelled above ground for much of the time, and the suburbs were actually less densely built up than the older parts of London, with three- or four-storey wooden buildings amongst trees in many places.<\/p>\n The El<\/p><\/div>\n On reaching the Loop I got off at a station called Clark and emerged into a typical American big city street, excepting that the \u2018L\u2019 ran high up along the middle of it on a massive and hideously ugly steel framework which was obviously much easier and cheaper to build than going underground.\u00a0 As the system was extended much of it was put underground anyway.<\/p>\n It was mid-morning on a Saturday, a time when a European city would have been a hive of activity, but as I walked beneath the towering skyscrapers (and trains) there were few people or vehicles around.\u00a0 I worked my way eastwards to Millennium Park and the enormous open lakeside area which fortunately has been protected from development by legal covenants put in place early in the 20th<\/sup> century.\u00a0 The area is divided up into gardens, fountains, concert pavilions and numerous examples of public art, the only significant permanent building on it being the Art Institute of Chicago.<\/p>\n Alongside the park area is South Michigan Avenue, lined on the western side with imposing high buildings which make an impressive sight when viewed from the park.\u00a0 At one point it is possible to look along East Adams Street to the Willis Tower (formerly the Sears Tower), the tallest building in the city, and once the tallest in the USA.\u00a0 A sign in this street indicates that it is the start of the famous Route 66 which runs 2200 miles to Los Angeles, or at any rate, it once did, and quite a bit of it still exists.<\/p>\n Route 66 & Sears Tower<\/p><\/div>\n Lake Michigan is 22,300 square miles in area (England is 50,300) so the lake shore is like a coast line and to some extent it generates its own micro-climate, with substantial waves under the right conditions, although during my visit it was dead calm.\u00a0 Chicago is known as the Windy City but there was no sign of it while I was there.<\/p>\n The Segway Tour<\/strong><\/p>\n About 20 people turned up at 2.00pm at the meeting place just off South Michigan Avenue, and we were divided into three groups.\u00a0 Apart from me all the participants were American, and seemed to be quite normal, sensible people, with equal numbers of men and women aged between about 20 and 50 (again apart from me).\u00a0 We were given bicycle helmets, shown a safety video and then pushed our Segways across the road to the park for a short practice session before being let loose amongst the unsuspecting public.\u00a0 Our lady guide had restricted the machines to 6mph which seemed quite enough as we wound our way precariously through the pedestrians and vehicles at a busy road crossing and although by now the public must have been suspecting I thought they were amazingly tolerant of our near misses. \u00a0On the face of it riding a Segway is a quite unnatural activity, and I was surprised how quickly everyone seemed to get the hang of it.<\/p>\n Tyler on Segway<\/p><\/div>\n Obviously you expect to fall over forwards or backwards when you get on it and there is a slight knack to getting started, but as long as you keep your weight over the centre of the platform it is not difficult.\u00a0 To go forwards you lean forwards slightly and to slow down, stop or reverse you lean backwards slightly. Turning is achieved by moving the \u2018handlebars\u2019 sideways in the direction you want go, but they cannot be turned.<\/p>\n We seemed to going quite well when there was a loud crash and a lady member of the group was sprawled face down on the ground after hitting some ridges in the paving, but she was fairly unfazed and that was the only incident.\u00a0 The youngest member of the group, a lad named Tyler, was by this time performing as if he had been born on a Segway. There is always somebody like that.<\/p>\n Once we got further into the park, away from the people, our guide raised the speed of the machines to a heady 10mph, which actually made them easier to control.\u00a0 In the next couple of hours we covered quite a lot of ground in the lakefront area, including the Soldier Field (war memorial and stadium), Planetarium, Millennium Fountain and various other sights, with explanations by our guide.\u00a0 She also pointed out the most expensive hotel suite in Chicago, overlooking the lake, at $10,000 per night, which made me feel that my room in the Travelodge Elk Grove Village was quite good value at $65.<\/p>\n Agora<\/p><\/div>\n The tour ended at an example of public art that might have been designed for examination by people on Segways.\u00a0 Called \u2018Agora\u2019 and created by a Polish sculptor, it consists of 106 pairs of 9ft tall cast iron headless torsos, standing rusting in a group alongside Michigan Avenue.\u00a0 Manoeuvring through the narrow spaces between the huge feet and legs of these weird structures provided an ideal opportunity for us to test our newly acquired skills. The designers of the Segway hoped that it would become a widely used means of transport, and although that aim was not achieved I felt that it was remarkable how easy we all found it to use after such a short time.<\/p>\n Another walk through the city streets and I was back on the Blue Line train to Rosemont, still as sparsely occupied and with the same congenial atmosphere as on the inward journey.<\/p>\n Moving on<\/strong><\/p>\n Next was a cross-country drive to Milwaukee, back on the lake.\u00a0 The countryside in this part of the world is actually quite like parts of Sussex in England, with gentle rolling hills, well-wooded, and large areas of arable farming.\u00a0 Although I am far from an expert in such matters, I got the impression that the farms here were considerably more prosperous than those I had seen in the southern USA a couple of years earlier.<\/p>\n Heavy Metal Doors<\/p><\/div>\n In a report in 2014 Milwaukee was deemed to be the second most miserable city in the States. Within a few minutes of my arrival I was certainly miserable, because vast areas of the road system were dug up due to a massive public works project of some sort, with poorly signposted diversions.\u00a0 It is likely that a high proportion of visitors to the city would, like me, be aiming for the Harley Davidson factory and museum, and<\/p>\n Heavy Metal Museum<\/p><\/div>\n that proved to be surprisingly hard to find, even with the satnav and GPS phone.\u00a0 Entry to the museum was via enormously high, heavy doors, which set the theme for the rest of the establishment, namely, heavy metal.\u00a0 The interior was lavishly fitted out with stainless steel everywhere creating the impression of solidity and robustness that characterizes the company\u2019s products.\u00a0 Dozens of bikes were on display, and spread over the walls were engines and fuel tanks covering every model ever produced.\u00a0 One particularly striking exhibit was the bike that was washed up on the shores of Canada after spending 18 months crossing the Pacific Ocean following the Japanese tsunami in 2009.<\/p>\n It was time to take Interstate 43 north to my night stop at the Lakeview Motel in Two Rivers, near Manitowoc, a lakeside town that I had never heard of.\u00a0 Between Manitowoc and Two Rivers was a large derelict covered shopping mall, including J.C.Penney, that finally closed in 2011 after over 40 years. According to the people in the motel it was a victim of the recession, along with other businesses in the area.\u00a0 The Lakeview was a somewhat run down traditional motel with rooms overlooking the lake, or at least they would have been had there not been a thick mist when I arrived. A depressing end to the day.<\/p>\n To Lake Superior<\/strong><\/p>\n Lake Michigan<\/p><\/div>\n The satnav managed to take me on a cross-country route to Marinette, on the shore of Green Bay, which is anoffshoot of Lake Michigan, and I then followed Highway 35 alongside the water up to Escanaba and Rapid River.\u00a0 This should have been a fast drive but wasn\u2019t, due to multiple roadworks and somewhere along the line I lost an hour due to the change from Central Time to Eastern Time. \u00a0My map actually described this area as The Upper Penisular of Michigan, because it has a long border with Wisconsin, but is joined to the main part of Michigan only by a bridge. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Lake Superior<\/p><\/div>\n From Rapid River the road ran through the Hiawatha National Forest to Munising, on the southern shore of Lake Superior, where I quickly booked in at a motel and went for a wander round the town.\u00a0 Small American towns are often worth a look and Munising was no exception, although there was nothing particularly attractive about it apart from a waterside area with a good view over Lake Superior. \u00a0At 49,300 square miles this lake is the largest fresh water lake in the world by area (about the size of England) and the third largest by volume.<\/p>\n Munising<\/p><\/div>\n The motel owner had given me a map marked with restaurants, and one caught my eye, namely the Bookshop Caf\u00e9, in the form of a large, deep shop with walls lined with secondhand books.\u00a0 On one side was the food service area and the center (when in Rome) was occupied by a variety of country style wooden chairs and tables, including a rocking chair.\u00a0 At one end of the room were two people playing the violin and as I sat on the rocking chair waiting for my meal I thought what a pity it is that the Americans export their McDonalds and Starbucks all over the world, but nobody knows about the really good places like the Bookshop Caf\u00e9.\u00a0 A few people were looking at the books, and there were little tables with notices stating \u201cAfter browsing please leave the books here and the staff will replace them on the shelves\u201d.\u00a0 While I was there two or three teenagers came in on their own and looked at a few books before disappearing again, and surely anybody who can get teenagers into a bookshop deserves a medal.\u00a0\u00a0 Before leaving I had a look round and bought a book published in 1948 called \u201cSportsmanlike Driving\u201d with illustrations of driving techniques, many of which would be frowned upon today.<\/p>\n To Canada<\/strong><\/p>\n Wet bridge to Canada<\/p><\/div>\n Breakfast at Hardees, then a quick look at Munising Falls and the lake view at Sandy Point before the rain started.\u00a0 And when it came, it came.\u00a0 My point of entry to Canada was to be a town about 130 miles away called Sault St.Marie, partly in Michigan but mainly in Ontario, and as I battled my way towards the frontier through the rain and roadworks in the seemingly endless forest I began to wonder whether my plan to one day drive thousands of miles through Russia to Japan was such a good idea after all.\u00a0 Eventually I came to the short stretch of Interstate 75 leading to the bridge over St.Mary\u2019s River and the Canadian customs post where the lady officer said she supposed I would like a stamp in my passport.\u00a0 It seems that it is optional nowadays, but I said I would and she sent me into a nearby building where a number of people in uniform were sitting doing nothing while I waited about 15 minutes for my stamp.<\/p>\n According to my guide book life in Sault St.Marie (apparently usually just referred to as \u201cSoo\u201d) is great, although it didn\u2019t seem to me to have much going for it, but most places don\u2019t when they are dripping with water.\u00a0 The road leading eastwards from here runs alongside \u00a0the St.Joseph Channel and North Channel which are connected to Lake Huron.\u00a0 It rejoices in the ambitious name of The Trans-Canada Highway, something I would never have guessed had I not read it somewhere as it is mainly an ordinary single carriageway road with slow going and yet more roadworks.<\/p>\n Trans-Canada Highway<\/p><\/div>\n At Blind River I found the Old Mill Motel on the main road, with grounds leading down to the lakeside.\u00a0 It was only as I sat in the restaurant opposite that I realised that as well as the very busy road there was also a railway line running right across the entrance to the motel, literally 50 yards from my room.\u00a0 The trains were enormous, mostly with two diesel locomotives and a vast number of freight wagons, travelling at about 20mph like American trains.\u00a0 Apart from one train that came right through my room at 3am it was surprisingly quiet in the night.<\/p>\n It is possible to take a long overland route from Blind River to Detroit via Toronto, but my preferred course of action was to drive eastwards on the Trans-Canada Highway for some distance, and then turn south on to Manitoulin Island.\u00a0\u00a0 From South Baymouth on the southern tip of the island a car ferry runs to Tobermory on the Bruce Peninsular between Lake Huron and Georgian Bay.\u00a0 The route would then follow the eastern shoreline of Lake Huron for about 200 miles, most of the way to Detroit.<\/p>\n Lake Huron from ferry<\/p><\/div>\n Everything I had read about the ferry said that it needed to be booked in advance, but I decided to get up early and risk going without a reservation.\u00a0 At 6.30am I emerged from my room to find that a big truck with some sort of track maintenance equipment was standing on the railway line across the motel entrance. \u00a0Extra axles with train wheels were lowered on to the track at the front and rear of the truck as I watched, and the whole thing was raised up, lifting the road wheels off the ground.\u00a0 It then trundled off along the railway line.<\/p>\n To the turn off for Manitoulin Island was about 90 miles along the Trans-Canada Highway, still with lots of roadworks and trucks.\u00a0 The latter are like American ones but even bigger, with more axles, and many have equally large trailers attached.\u00a0 Eventually I reached Route 6 and the bridge over to the island.<\/p>\n If anyone ever asks you if you know anything they don\u2019t know, you can tell them that Manitoulin Island is the largest fresh water island in the world.\u00a0 I am not sure how it would be measured because it consists to a great extent of lakes and inlets, but is scenically beautiful, with winding, hilly roads, certainly the best that I had seen so far on this trip.<\/p>\n Lake Huron<\/strong><\/p>\n There was no problem in getting a ticket for the ferry at South Baymouth and as there were fewer sailings than I thought I finished up with a four hour wait.\u00a0 South Baymouth is part of a township with a total population of 406, and after looking round the museum, old schoolhouse and coffee shop I still had three hours to spare.<\/p>\n Chi-Cheemaun<\/p><\/div>\n The long wait was accounted for by the fact that there is only one vessel serving the route, a handsome white ship with the strange name of Chi-Cheemaun, which means \u2018big canoe\u2019 in a local indigenous language.\u00a0 It is about the same size as an Isle of Wight car ferry, but the thing I noticed about it immediately was the lack of rust, as it operates only in fresh water.\u00a0 The 25-mile crossing took two hours, and there was a decent restaurant on board serving proper English-style fish and chips, which are widely available in Canada but not in the USA.<\/p>\n Lake Huron has an area of 23,000 square miles, and is the second largest of the five Great Lakes.<\/p>\n The road leading south from Tobermory on the Bruce Peninsular was as boring as my guide book said it would be, and I decided to stay for the night in Southampton, the first town I came to.\u00a0 It was very different from its English namesake, being somewhat smaller with a population of just over 3000 as opposed to 253,000.\u00a0 At first sight the most notable feature of the town is an extremely large Canadian flag on a high pole near the beach at the end of the main street.\u00a0 Close by is the mouth of the Saugeen River.<\/p>\n Southampton beach<\/p><\/div>\n In a recent survey to find the country where British ex-pats were happiest Canada came out on top and as I went around I asked myself whether I would like to live there.\u00a0 If you are planning to emigrate to a country you obviously have to consider factors such as taxation, healthcare, job prospects, property prices, schooling etc. that are irrelevant to tourists. It is easy to imagine living in places with dramatic scenery like the Rockies or Yukon Territory, but you would be far more likely to end up somewhere such as Southampton, Ontario.\u00a0 It is a very pleasant town, with a main street lined with shops and restaurants, and as I walked around a few people spoke to me, but I just could not envisage living there.\u00a0 A few miles south is a larger place called Port Elgin with shopping malls and industry, but apart from the area near the lake there seemed to be little of interest.<\/p>\n After I left my motel the next morning I was driving for many miles on a flat road with a view of wind turbines and power cables.\u00a0 Looking at the map there appeared to be a vast network of straight roads with this sort of landscape stretching all the way to Toronto.<\/p>\n About 60 miles south of Southampton I came to a sign stating GODERICH \u2013 THE PRETTIEST TOWN IN CANADA, which intrigued me sufficiently to cause me to take a look. The story goes that a relative of Queen Victoria once stayed there, and upon hearing about the town the monarch said \u201cIt sounds like the prettiest town in Canada\u201d.\u00a0 More recently this description was quoted by the present Queen and taken up with some enthusiasm by the authorities in Goderich.<\/p>\n Goderich<\/p><\/div>\n In the centre of the town is a large octagonal roundabout called, rather oddly, \u201cThe Square\u201d, with a modern white courthouse in the middle of it.\u00a0 For many years the Square and streets radiating from it were lined with large trees, but these were decimated by a typhoon in 2011 which caused a great of damage to the area.\u00a0\u00a0 I would stop short of saying that it is pretty, but, like Southampton, it came across as a pleasant place where people spoke to me as I walked about.<\/p>\n The road followed the lakeside from Goderich all the way to the US border at Port Huron in Michigan.\u00a0 As at Sault St. Marie, the customs post was at the far end of a bridge, in this case with long lines of queueing traffic.\u00a0 About 12 booths were open, but some cars were searched and it still took about 30 minutes to get through.<\/p>\n Sarnia and Port Huron are at the southernmost point of Lake Huron, and from here the St.Clair River runs due south to Lake St. Clair, which is only about 25 miles across, far too small to be included as a Great Lake.\u00a0 As previously mentioned, Detroit does not have a lot going for it nowadays and I decided to stay the night in a small town called Roseville near the lake, where I found a Red Roof Inn surrounded by shops and restaurants. Before going into Detroit the next day I went to look at the lake and then drove across the city on the elevated Interstate 94, from which it was possible to glimpse some of the derelict buildings\u00a0 for which the city is now famous.\u00a0 I had set the day aside for the Henry Ford Museum at Dearborn, reputed to be one of the biggest and best car museums in the world.\u00a0 The museum and factory complex is generally referred to as \u201cThe Henry Ford\u201d, and covers a vast area.\u00a0 Set up by the Ford Foundation, the museum is by no means dedicated just to Ford products, but covers all forms of transport and other aspects of 20th<\/sup> and 21st<\/sup> century life around the world.\u00a0 The only thing that detracted from my enjoyment was the beetroot and peanut butter sandwich that I just about managed to consume in the caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n As I was about to leave I saw a notice advertising tours of the production line at the nearby\u00a0 Ford Rouge factory, where the F150 truck (pick-up) is made.\u00a0 The F150 is one of Ford\u2019s best-selling and most profitable products, and the factory is a modern state of the art unit built as part of the company\u2019s recovery programme following the near collapse of the American motor industry a few years ago.\u00a0 The driving force behind it was Bill Ford, the current boss, and it is on the site of Henry Ford\u2019s original factory.\u00a0 The tour started with a bus ride of several miles, during which Bill Ford appeared on a screen, giving a brief talk about the company and the factory.\u00a0 On arrival we were ushered into a movie theatre and shown a film about the history of the firm, followed by a weird and noisy symbolic representation of the production of a truck, which I thought was a waste of time.\u00a0 We were then taken to the start of a gangway\u00a0 that ran above the production line for most of its length, and told we could just wander along, taking as long as we liked.\u00a0 Along the way were people and screens providing information about what was going on below.<\/p>\n Ford could certainly not be accused of lack of diversity in its work force, with people old and young, male and female, black and white on the line.\u00a0 Maybe it was because it was Friday afternoon, but I did not get the impression that the workers were under very much pressure.\u00a0 The F150 is a complicated vehicle, with a vast number of options in its specification, and it seems miraculous how all the parts arrive in the right places at the right time.<\/p>\n The tour finished high on an open terrace from which the whole of the Ford empire could be viewed.\u00a0 \u00a0At one time virtually every part of the car was produced by the firm on the site, which stretches as far as the eye can see, but nowadays manufacture of many items is carried out by other companies on a sub-contract basis within the original works complex.<\/p>\n Detroit<\/strong><\/p>\n Roosevelt Hotel ruin<\/p><\/div>\n My motel was in a reasonably pleasant area midway between The Henry Ford and central Detroit, and after getting sorted I went along Michigan Avenue to get something to eat. \u00a0\u00a0Rather to my surprise I realised that it was a Muslim district, with many of the shop signs in Arabic.\u00a0 In a nearby snack bar I got into conversation with some well-travelled Americans, one of whom worked for the city council, and he warned me to be careful in the city centre, especially at night.\u00a0 From what I had read about it, I had no intention of going there at night.<\/p>\n Not long after leaving the motel the next morning I started to come to derelict buildings, including the enormous and once prestigious Roosevelt Hotel.\u00a0 It was Saturday, and as I had found in Chicago, the streets were almost deserted, with little traffic or pedestrians apart from a few down and outs.\u00a0 Near the centre it turned into a reasonably smart business district, with wide streets and skyscrapers but still little activity, although two cars had somehow managed to collide, which seemed on a par with a mid-air collision between two aircraft.<\/p>\n I turned northwards and within a very short distance found myself once again amongst derelict buildings with open spaces where It seems that as the motor and music industries declined the inner suburbs of the city completely died, leaving around 40,000 derelict buildings, a situation that is incomprehensible to most Europeans.\u00a0 It is possible to go on privately organised tours of some of the more important buildings, often involving illegal entry and some degree of danger.<\/p>\n After this rather depressing scenario I did not need much encouragement to push on southwards towards Lake Erie and Ohio.<\/p>\n![\"Map](\"http:\/\/bevistravels.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/009.jpg\")
<\/a>There are five great lakes, Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan, and Superior.\u00a0 Lake Michigan is entirely within the USA, the others have shorelines shared with Canada. The only one I had seen close up was Lake Ontario, during a brief visit to Toronto years ago, but I had flown over the area a number of times on the way to other parts of the USA.\u00a0 The striking thing was always the length of time it took for a plane travelling at nearly 600mph to cross any of the lakes, and the enormous extent of the shorelines, which looked more like those of oceans than lakes.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>The next morning I set off northwards roughly parallel to the shore of Lake Michigan, but diverting inland to the town of Volo to visit Volo Cars.\u00a0 This is a massive classic car dealership which also operates as a museum, with five large halls set in parkland, many vehicles also being displayed in the open if the weather is good.\u00a0\u00a0 Most exhibits are for sale, but some are permanently on show as one-off former show business props or connected with famous people like James Dean and Marylyn Monroe.\u00a0\u00a0 The cars were almost all in beautiful condition and the business is clearly very well run by dedicated people.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a>The next stage would take me to the northernmost point of the tour, on the shores of Lake Superior, a distance of about 200 miles.\u00a0 As I set off from Two Rivers it was raining hard and still depressing, although now possible to see Lake Michigan.\u00a0 A good breakfast at a remotely situated roadside place remarkably like an English pub (it didn\u2019t claim to be) cheered me up a bit, and I pressed on through Green Bay to Doc\u2019s Classic Car and Cycle Museum in a place called Bonduel.\u00a0 This was a very good small museum attached to a Harley Davidson dealership with a stock of \u201cabout 100 machines\u201d according to the man in charge, which was surprising considering that it was in the middle of nowhere.\u00a0 I suppose people will travel a long way to buy a Harley.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a> demolition had already been carried out.\u00a0 To see\u00a0 it for yourself find the junction of Park Avenue and Sproat Street on the Google map of Detroit, and then select Street View.\u00a0 This will enable you to drive around the area with no fear of being mugged or anything, although as there was practically no one in sight I got out of the car and wandered about taking photographs.<\/p>\n