Ypsilanti, Michigan
Cah cah cah cah call back, call me back. Once again, I am back in the epicenter of call me back culture. A cross country road trip with Luda lead me back to southeast Michigan. The mayonnaise and Body Dumper hunting have not stopped. I was looking for a Verizon store to repair my delinquent status when I spotted this Plymouth with Tennesse plates. This is a regular occurrence for me so I was was not in a rush.
Ypsilanti is legendary for its tales of foul play. From the likes of John Norman Collins to bizarre university dorm room murders, “Ypsi” has left an indelible finger print on the genre of creepy shit. It’s a truly unique town that houses a world class university, but also brilliantly blends in rural ghetto. Clearly, it’s one of a kind.
A solo Plymouth in an Auto Zone parking lot does not really inspire confidence. The Body Dumper always looks best with the back drop of an empty parking lot. It’s as if nothing else can sustain the foul play aura of such a whip. People know to move their cars away from a textbook navy Plymouth BD. The Tennessee plates also raise questions. Did the owner of this BD know how Body Dumper friendly a place like Ypsilanti is? Makes you wonder. In any case, big trunks and sheet metal are making monster appearances in the land of the call me back.
