Back in the late 80’s early 90’s I drove a car carrier out of Oshawa ON. My first trip to Dearborn scared the heck out of me. After going through U.S. customs at the Ambassador bridge, I was a little confused about the directions I had been given. We had to take the long way through Detroit because of the height of our loads. I saw a couple of cops in a car on Fort St. and asked them for help. They directed me to go to Rosa Parks street (or Drive) then through something called “Mexico Town”. Then a series of turns to get me to Dearborn. Their final instruction to me was, DON’T stop at any red lights. They said to pace myself to get the “greens” and if I couldn’t, look around and proceed through the red light. Comforting, eh? Here I am with about $250,000 worth of new vehicles on, and that’s all they could do for me.
At least they gave you good advice.