drew k.
Yelp
In a time before the all the trees were cleared on the cut and surveilance cameras were installed, I remember comming accross two very large men in showercaps laying in a king size bed naked, cuddled up under a viaduct with a full bedroom set fully equipt with lamps. Not on ly that, but the had an unplugged alarm clock, nightstands, an area rug and couches scattered about like a clip from "trog, the musical." The cut was pretty much a chore boy comercial back then. There was never a dull moment. I have seen random acts of public masturbation, a few hundred people raving it up to the 138 bpm of a generator party, piles of dirty needles, tons of pheasants, packs of detroit dingos, biomedical waste strewn about like the shores of newark, a large gang of "locals" chasing out silly suburbanite fools with baseball bats who picked on the wrong guy, stolen cars stripped down the the seats and all sorts of other madness.
Summer days consited of a couple cold forties, sipping on homemade absinthe and watching the boys throw down on some graff burners. On any given day in the summer, several crews would be working on production pieces. It was the most amazing revolving door gallery there ever was in the city. It gave people a safe place to paint far out the the reach of law enforcement. Atlthough the cut is no longer a safe place to paint , other yards have stepped up as the spot. I hear that the federales come out of the woodwork it you start to break out the rusto. If you look hard enough you can still see a few of the old trdle bombs and dead krackhead pieces (the devil made crack, and i made the cash) that have been left alone due to respect. I wish the Jaunt piece was still running, but some toy ass sucka painted over that a while ago.
This is the cut i miss. I have a ton of fond memories there. In it's place is a very clean, family orientated, treeless safe passage that cuts from the river to the market. I ride the cut whenever on my way to belle isle or downtown comming from the north end. Although this bike path has destroyed one of my favorite past times in the city, it has left something better for all to use in it's place.
Detroit definately lives up to the nickname the motor city. Cars are a king and very little room is left on the streets for bikers. I do not own a car and have no intention on buying one. Bikers are treated like second class citizens here in the city, and this path is just the start of change. It is a glimpse of hope for the future in the city. I can't think of one other bike path other than the millender center path that's inside the city limits. Shameful. I hope the city keeps up the good work and expands to form a bike trail network like other cities.
If you want a nice day on two wheels I suggest catching a few soda pops at vivios after shopping for picnic goods at the market. Head to the river, ride around belle isle, stop at the conservatory, take a dip at the beach, head downtown, hit the grand trunk pub for a high carbohydrate sports drink and circle back. Whatever you do, get downtown and enjoy our city. Cheers.