The always anticipated “Streets of Detroit” stop on the MDU circuit ranks high in motorsport. Drivers gather under the hollowed out vestige of the once great and thriving Roosevelt Park train station near Downtown, paying tribute to this once great Mecca of horsepower and heavy steel. The windowless tower of Michigan Central Station stands watch over us like a stone sentry, silently observing what it helped set in motion decades ago: the culmination of a booming economy, industrial might, and the want to go really really fast.
The scene is more akin to a rock concert than a motorsport event. Cheering fans line the barricaded streets, rooting on their favorite driver. Energetic youth wander the pits, partaking in strong drink. Each year these fans follow the drivers of the Midwest Drift Union Pro*Am circuit, making the journey through the wasteland of the city of Detroit, fighting back decades of decay and neglect, and pump life into its veins. Engines wail and groan, tires scream for mercy, and after fierce competition someone comes out on top, victorious. Points are earned. Dreams are realized.