Like many locals, we had to go see what the Hotel Yorba was all about. We have all driven past it on I-75 many times, but it's really something interesting at low speed, and up close.
First off, it fairly reeks of pimps and other various unsavories, and it seems they are all quite sick of White Stripes fans snooping into their private world. We got the finger more than once in the two minutes we were there. We stayed in the car, of course, and for the most part kept the windows rolled up, snapping pictures like crazed paparazzi.
Secondly, it's old, ugly, decrepit and without a single redeeming feature as far as I can tell. It resembles a bad housing project more than a hotel, and the perpetual bums at the entrance would surely give pause to the brashest western gunslinger.
I guess I can see why the place merited a song. I couldn't help but wonder how many road-weary tourists have pulled off I-75 late at night for their first taste of a Detroit hotel and found themselves involved in this freak show.
All I could think of while we were sitting there idling and clicking was "I got movin' on my mind".
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