New York was done with me—so I drove to Detroit.

Ten years ago I got in a car and drove across the country alone. I told myself it was adventure. It was anxiety.

This is me going back out — older, slightly less stupid, and for the first time in a long time, not running from anything. Just driving toward something I can’t name yet.

First stop: Detroit. I knew two things about it. RoboCop. Beverly Hills Cop.

This is Part 1.