crummy motels

On our motorcycle bro ride, it was my goal to stay at crummy motels just for the experience. Crummy motels are pretty neat because you can do whatever you want to do. When a group of us ministers were getting our Masters at KCC we stayed in a crummy motel where total chaos and anarchy were the norm. I promise you it was an accident but...we once set fire to the carpeting in someone's room with fireworks. At that very moment the motel manager walked by and he just laughed. I kid you not.

My brother and I stayed at the Buffalo Motel in New Buffalo, Michigan. There was one motel that looked worse...Judy's Motel, but when we passed by we were not ready to turn in.
The Buffalo Motel was hilarious. When I punched the button to turn the air conditioning on it made a sound like sand sifting through one of those rain sticks you find at Discovery stores. Then it began to sound like a dog scratching itself. I got in the shower and turned on the water and realized that there was no soap or shampoo in the bathroom. I went and got some in the sleeping area and when I got back to the shower and lathered up I realized there was no soap dish in the shower. The security system was a cable screwed into the wall that you wrapped around the door knob when you turned in for the night. The TV got one or two channels and they were all fuzzy. Notice in the picture above where the fire extinguisher is. I guess that's in case your car catches fire. I will say the sheets were clean and the pillows were best of the trip. After I pryed on the air conditioner buttons for awhile, it actually started working. In fact it sounded like a chain gang working right inside our room. One good thing, I parked my motorcycle under the porch just in case of rain and I think I could have parked it in the room if I'd wanted to. The amazing thing is that we were referred to this motel by a waitress at a local restaurant as the best one in town.
I loved the scenery in Michigan but next time I'll take more cash. We stopped at one place for breakfast but didn't stay because they didn't take credit cards, and the one place in town with an ATM didn't open for an hour. Also they didn't have a public restroom.
Okay, I got my crummy motel fix. It was a piece of Americana, it was quaint, it was a lot of laughs. Next stop, Country Inn.