peter gave a preview to peak curiosities a while back. here is a little more light to be shed.
we [ 2AeM ], and our photography friend [ cggaffer ] set out in our trusty 1986 ford mustang... convertible. taking to the roads like ants in a line. breaking through the jams of chicago, surviving gary, crossing into michigan we began to hit some snags...
shortly upon crossing the border our skillful repair of the canvas top (with loads of duct tape) was lacerated by air resistance. enjoying the fresh air we settled back in, three passed out passengers, one deft driver...
awoken by a loud rumble, a little stunned and surprised, we could no longer hear the static slightly resembling jack white's conquest spinning through a yellow portable cd player. looking back gave us our answer. we were shooting sparks down the highway... streaking through the midnight darkness.
we pulled off on exit 239 (black dot_left) and jacked up our car. then we jacked the car more with the gas attendant's spare from her truck. finding the exhaust pipe bent around the rear axle we began applying some elbow grease. an off duty cop and mechanic pulled through.... only the mechanic stopped.
it took a while, but we stashed the muffler and tail pipe behind a group of tall pines. treasure to bring back with us. only one more hour to our campsite.... in hell, michigan. no really, it's the black dot furthest right on the diagram. we camped adjacent to a bike bath in the recreation area... because we drove around for an hour and a half without finding an apparent campsite.
we awoke to confused hikers the next morning. bright and early we set out to stalk detroit.
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