So we get there check in pay for the room. We get unloaded, change and take a swim. After the swim we go in get changed I try to check my email the hotel’s internet isn’t working. Their router is handing out a bogus DNS server address. So being the nice guy I am I tell the owner what’s up with his internet access. I even help the dude call it in to his internet company, infact I left the message to the tech support people, not that it’s a big deal but still, I’m on vacation right and I’m having to help solve computer problems. Well obviously they fixed it because it’s working now, that’s how I’m posting this. Anyhow back to the point, this is one of those fine little joints probably built in the 50′s, but hey it was cheap! One of those places where they give you a parking spot in front of your roon labeled with a number which corresponds with your room. You know one of those straight out of the murder movie motels. Well we go to dinner on the motorcycles, we get back and the owner’s son’s corvette is in our spot. The owner’s son’s daughter informs us we have to park our motorcycles out in front of the building by the street because the son isn’t there and they can’t move the car. Some bullshit about the son hitting a deer on the expressway and having to go back to the place and find a part. Yea well whatever after seeing what a deer can do to a VW that must have been the smallest deer on the planet cause there wasn’t even a scratch on the car I could see. Anyhow I don’t know about you guys but I have a tough time parking my $25,000 Harley out by the street in some nieghborHOOD I know nothing about, especially when I paid for a parking spot and a room for the night! Maybe I just expect what I pay for, maybe that’s just asking too much I don’t know! Maybe I’m just to expecting to much you know expecting what I pay for or what was agreed too! Personally I think it’s complete bullshit! Anyhow I’m thinking you know every spot is numbered, I paid my money for a room for the night, I would expect to park in my spot infront of my room, right? Well that’s way wrong. So we tell the daughter umm no we are not parking out front, we want to park in the spot we paid for. Well she is on the phone the whole time talking to whoever, so we look at her and she says again to park out fron. I’m not parking out front where else can we park I asked? Welp she stomps inside and comes out with the old man who starts asking why we are yelling at his daughter?? WHAT? I neer once raised my voice. So he starts yelling at us about calling the policeand telling use to leave and calling us a few other names. Well I’m thinking I need to send him a bill for my consulting fee for callin in his broken router! Well as the arguement continues wow, who shows up but the owners son, oh look he was upstairs in the hous the whole time! What a fucking joke this is. So muhammed starts yelling at me telling me he is crediting my credit card and that I have to leave. I said, but Mr. Macbar I paid cash. No you did not he insisted, you paid with credit card (in broken english) Well I must admit I did reserve the room with a credit card but I paid cash for the shitty room when we arrived. Well as everything progressed I decided it was too late to go look for another room and it would be better to just suck it up. Well the son says you can guys can park in number 12 it’s not rented. I’m thinking well why didn’t you park in number 12 then genius? So we parked in number 12 and called it a night.
Well the bitch of it though I’m still here and I’m sitting here with my bike outside worried Acmad and his family are outside just waiting to screw it up or kick it over or whatever! So this is wonderful!! What a bunch of crap, well if my bike is screwed up in the morning I might not be out of Sheridan Wyoming anytime soon! On the other hand if everthing goes well I’ll be on my way to yellowstone in the morning WEEEE!