Thirteen Hundred and Two Straight Days with the Top Down.
201. On Lake Crest Dr and Huron River Dr.
Only seven or eight degrees - Fahrenheit.
It's March and still in the single digits - an unexpected treat. Also, very windy, and even snow flurries that left a coating in Detroit. When I got to work, the right turn onto Congress, in all its slippery, looked inviting except for the police car waiting at the light. I took it pedestrian-style, with just the slightest wobble as I got on the gas. Sometimes being just at the edge of a powerslide is as rewarding as an actual powerslide itself.