Made a wrong turn once in Chicago and had to go right through a VERY BLACK neighborhood during the “Black Power” days. Closed all the windows, the women in the car ducked down and I hit the throttle. Made it out without a scratch but will NEVER go in that area again in my remaining days. Wonder why the police shoot those people?
One time when my brother and his friend — both in High School in Las Vegas — drove through a bad area on the west side (I think on purpose as a cut-through of some kind), and a couple of Trayvon Gentle Giants pulled beside them at a stoplight pointed a gun at them and told them to pull over. They sped away, expecting bullets to follow them, but it didn’t happen. Could have happened. They were shaken by the experience when they told me about it. This was many years ago.
My husband unerringly gets lost on journeys and we end up touring innercities. We’ve never, ever had a problem. Now, I suppose if we wandered accidentally in when there was a police shooting or something, we might have trouble. I think given that we’re NYers and always live on the edge of a ghetto, we used to it.