When I was 19, I picked up a rodeo rider in northern, MI. His Jeep broke down. You should have seen the look on the local's faces when we got lost in Detroit. Their faces would go from shock and awe, to indignant, to head on a swivel and looking for hidden TV cameras. Two white guys, a cowboy and a hippy looking college kid, in a two door hatchback asking for directions back to the highway in bombed out Detroit. It was a sight to see.
