I’ve been covering the WDC for at least 15 years now, and I have never experienced a better, more enjoyable or more crowded event.
The turnout is tremendous: the WDC is crammed, jammed and slammed.
It’s like Woodstock on wheels, but instead of hippies, we have HEMIS and instead of Crosby, Stills and Nash, we have Camaros, Super Sports and Novas.
Along almost the entire route it is standing room only, especially on the stretch between 12 Mile and 14 Mile. The area near Evergreen Cemetery, in Berkley, was a city in itself: an endless line of canopies, tents, lawn chairs, RVs, cars, vans, pickup trucks, moms, dads, kids and dogs who are just happy to be out of the house.
Traffic on northbound Woodward between Nine Mile and 11 Mile was incredible; a conga line of cars and motorcycles inching their way toward the action farther north.
Words of advice: Maintain your cool because the traffic moves when it wants to; watch out for bicyclists who are tempting fate by zooming along between the cars; classic cars stay in the two right hand lanes so spectators can see you and you can wave at them.