I survived the journey to K-zoo I am happy to report. I arrived on Sat. morning and checked in at the Knights Inn and as I unloaded my bike and luggage a full blown gang war gun battle erupted with projectiles flying everywhere. But this is the Moped Army so the projectiles are little rubber or plastic balls being fired from plastic single shot or some motorized plastic mac-10 machine pistols and the gangs are the Hells Satans, Peddy Cash,the not Mission 23 guys, Creatures of the Loin,and assorted others. Some of the long term residents ($1000 a month? WTF) colorful characters in their own right, mutter nervously and flee the scene. I choose to take a badly needed shower before the cops show up. When I re-emerge the cops have not arrived and the far eastern management persons have wisely decided to just keep behind the counter and raking in the cash. The scene of mopeds roaring and sputter popping around the swirling groups of happy twenty somethings in the defacto uniform of t-shirts and jeans with 2-stroke oil stains. Occasionally
the sounds of happy chatter are punctated by the pop or rattle of another gangland hit and the screams of victim, the volume changing with the proximity to the muzzle. One is demonstrated on a beer can at point blank and surprizes not a few when it rips through.