In the days when he’d be out doing some late-night cruising, Harold Sullivan would use Brylcreem to slick back his hair. On this grey and gloomy Detroit afternoon, however, it’s the steady drizzle that’s soaked back his thinning mane. But like a million others who’ve turned out for the 16th annual Woodward Dream Cruise, Sullivan barely seems to notice the weather.
The on-and-off rain has done little to dampen the yearly event, the world’s largest gathering of muscle cars, hot rods and classic cruisers. It’s bumper-to-bumper on both sides of 8-lane Woodward Avenue from the northern terminus of the Dream Cruise, in Pontiac, Michigan, all the way back to the notorious 8 Mile Road border of the City of Detroit.
And the crowds have packed the shoulders of “the Avenue,” as well, some squeezing under tents and umbrellas, others simply ignoring the weather as best they can.
“I love cars and I like getting wet,” explains 12 year-old Donnie Myers, of Royal Oak, as he gives a thumbs-up to a passing Pontiac GTO.