It’s 10 a.m. on a Thursday, and I’m standing in front of the (recently rebranded) MoPOP Museum waiting for my ride. I’m here to go on Stalking Seattle, a driving tour billed as “A Rock & Roll Sightseeing Tour.”
And it’s certainly not hard to feel stalker-esque when climbing into an unmarked black Dodge minivan with tinted windows. Two couples, visiting from the Netherlands and the Dominican Republic, sit in the back. It’s not what I had pictured—which, to be fair, was some kind of double-decker bus, or maybe a Ride the Ducks “I’m embarrassed for everybody here” type of situation.
