Everyone told us not to go to Detroit.
It’s too dangerous, they said. Too hostile, they claimed. Too rough, they warned. So we stuck out our thumbs and hitched our way there.
We were picked up by three guys in a pickup truck, and told them we were heading for 1 E Montana, Detroit. They looked up the location with stony faces. “You can’t be going there…We’re not dropping you off and letting you hitch or walk the rest of the way – we’ll take you to the door”. Fine by us.