Detroit City

So I finally know the reason why all automobile manufacturers are located in Detroit. There roads are so bad, I bet everyone's car breaks down atleast two to three times a year, and they have to make a new one. I swear, I about broke my nose on my steering wheel twice. My car loves me for wanting to see a Pistons game. Another bad party about the city is its road signs and turns. If you haven't been to Michigan, you are probably not familiar with their left hand turns. Rather than just turning left at an intersection, you have to go the opposite way and then cross the median onto oncoming traffic. Makes completely great sense to me. Once again, more crashes equals a higher need for automobiles. The trip from my hotel to the Palace in Auburn Hills is supposed to be about 20 minutes, but it took me about an hour and a half. Taking this long, made me miss out on being one of the first 10,000 fans to get a talking Rip Hamilton bobblehead. That's enough to put me in a bad mood for the rest of the night (Well, actually I'm still pretty ticked.) I guess I can be thankful that I ended up in the nicer neighborhoods rather than on 8 Mile. I had the soundtrack ready to blare if I needed it. The game was very cool though. It bugs me that the Pistons call themselves the World Championships. There's something wrong about that. Our American team can't even beat other countries, but the Detroit Pistons are the World Champions. I tried scalping a ticket from my scalping buddies, but they knew that I wasn't going to pay them the big bucks when I pulled out a U.S. $10 and a Canadian $5. I figured they're about 20 minutes from Ontario, so they could hop the border to exchange it for about $3. That's where those international finance classes kick in. One highlight in Detroit was staying at a 4 star Westin. I could have hibernated on that bed for about a month, but that would have probably gotten in the way of work. I've never sprawled out on a bed naked so much. (Did I just type that). Ah, the perks of traveling alone. I know I don't belong at 4 star hotels when the valet guy tells me where my car will be and I say, "Oh, it's cool, I'll park it myself." Ridiculous. I'm not going to pay a guy $5 to park my car around the corner. I've got better things to do with $5, like buy souvenier coffee mugs or collectible Wheaties boxes. Seriously. I don't make much money, and I've got a budget.