Hey, whatever

It is called the Motor City for a reason. The natives don't travel to and from the office on broomsticks powered by tofu and angel tears. Road directions and rules are generally organized to help cars get from place to place with minimal interference from those pesky humans.

Thus, my favorite combination of signage so far in the whole state, if not in the entire world in space. It's at the head of the 696 entry ramp at the easternmost checkpoint on the Ferndale border, and the Saturn has a case of cognitive dissonance every time we use the Stop/No Stopping route.