Detroit Rock City. Home of some red-faced wings, timid tigers, limp lions, potent pistons, and let's not forget the right-wing rants of the Motor City Madman himself. Downtown Detroit looks a bit like Baghdad after the coalition forces came to town, and we don't even think Tommy Franks would be caught dead in this town after dark. Someone joked that Michigan's state tree is an orange pylon because the entire metro area seems to be a perennial work in progress. Fortunately for us, we were holed up in the swanky confines of Rochester Hills and not Marshall's 8 mile. But, alas, we had to leave the opulence of Oakland county to venture back onto the mean streets of Motown.
We're not exactly painting the perfect postcard for the Detroit tourism bureau here, but something made us hop on a Northworst flight and endure rubber turkey sandwiches (where's the DKNY deli when we need it?) in order to visit the D-Town, and that has everything to do with the Hot Import Nights held at the Cobo Center. We've heard rumblings about the scene in the Detroit area and since this was the first time the Vision Entertainment crew brought their show to town, we felt it was worth a look.
We were also curious to see how the home of Detroit iron would react to all of these "[insert unmentionable expletive here] little rice burners." Would the pony cars and F-bodies dominate the show? And would the poor soul who dared defile this hallowed ground with a Honda be run out of town by a mob of Mustang meanies? This couldn't have been further from the truth, and although the attendance was a little light, there were a few standouts in the house. Our Super Street Studio was in full effect, and Master P even made an appearance, which prompted Nads to scream, "Oooh, I love P. Diddy!" Yeah, we know, we just didn't have the heart to tell him.