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While Spud was in the area, he thought he'd take his new wheels for a spin and set out for a tour of the Michigan countryside. First stop was a visit to the birthplace of Motown: Hitsville, USA; the insurgent atelier that brought the African American sound to the world. Nestled in one of Detroit's older neighbourhoods, 'Hitsville' is a modest home that houses the infamous "Studio A" where musical great like Stevie Wonder and Smokey Robinson crooned songs destined for gold. Hitsville was a favourite for pop superstar Michael Jackson who recorded many hits in the tiny studio. While Historians claim Jackson found the acoustics unparalleled, Spud learned the real reason he went was that there was a plastic surgeon living next door. Next stop on Spud's itinerary was Greenfield Village in the suburb of Dearborn.Greenfield is a collection of historically significant buildings that are symbols of American ingenuity.
Spud took particular notice of the Edison homestead - refuge for the father of electricity: Thomas Edison. Apparently, the inventor was so far ahead of his time, he even had an interlocking sidewalk and a motion sensing alarm system. Leafing through his tourbook, Spud quickly found his next destination: The city of Battle Creek - home of 'Cereal City': Never one to tire from visiting corporate monuments to self indulgence, the tater forked out the $7.95 admission fee to gain access to the synagogue of the cereal which recounts the history of J.H. Kellogg.
The rather macabre concoction proved to be very popular and sold as fast as Kellogg could make them. Soon the doctor sold off his medical practice and concentrated on the much more solvent business of making cereal. Within a few years, he turned his dead-skin delicacy into a staple of the North American diet. Eager to capture the profitable children's market, the entrepreneurial Kellogg looked to his former psychiatric patients for inspiration and developed the hugely popular 'Froot Loops'.
While Spud was enroute to Battle Creek, he passed through the tiny hamlet of Colon. Even though the small farming town is fairly attractive, Spud learned that its chamber of commerce has had little success in attracting tourism or industry to the area. Perhaps its the ever present green miasma that veils the village. Maybe its the fact that the tap water is a cocoa colour and lumpy in its consistency. Of course, it could be the rather foul stench emanating from the colon shaped reservoir tower. This didn't bother the potato though, as he held his nose as he drove through town.
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Spud goes racing in the Irish Hills
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