Here are some of the things I saw while driving on Michigan Avenue from downtown Detroit to the city limits around 5 p.m. Tuesday:
A very tall and morbidly thin hooker, at Central.
A guy driving a contraption that combined the wheels of a bike and the body of a boat, by the Lodge Freeway.
Three houses burning, at Chopin.
A human leg on a stretcher, at Griswold.
It sure looked like a leg as I drove by at 35 m.p.h and caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye. I pulled over and walked back. It was a leg.
But it wasn't human.
A big truck was nearby. It was filled with movie set equipment. There were no people around. No cops. No EMS. No blood. Nobody in pain.
So I deduced the leg was a prop. I heard voices coming from the truck, so I took my pictures and was on my way. I didn't want to hassle with gaffers or best boys or whatever they were.
The stretcher and leg were all that was sitting outside the truck. I probably should have touched it to be sure.
Commuting in Detroit can be trippy.