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Hello friends. If you’re like me, you live for family road trips. If you’re not, don’t read any further and go do something productive. I’m the last guy to want to force you to stick around and read about something that you couldn’t give two hoots about. I’m not being magnanimous here, I’d just expect you to do the same thing for me when you write about something on your blog that’s of no interest like “The Art of Blacksmithing is Alive and Well in Skokie, IL!” or “I Went to the Mall. It’s Crazy There!”.
Road Trips
There is nothing more rewarding or adventurous than a planned or spontaneous road trip. The exhilaration and feeling of excitement you get simply by locking up the house and yelling across the street to the neighbor you get along with that you won’t be back this way again for a few days, maybe more! The opportunity to dust off some old organizational skills and call upon every working cell in your brain to successfully fill your car with your spouse, children, suitcases, duffel and sleeping bags, beloved pillows, stuffed animals, coolers and 275 pounds of iPods, iPhones, iPads, computers, navigation equipment, cameras, headphones and charging chords — all while leaving a postcard size space in the center of the rear windshield so you can identify whether the driver who is tailgating you is a headcase or not and whether or not you can safely give him “the look” the moment before he hurtles past you.
And of course, the steel will and determination required to not leap from the vehicle you are driving at 72 miles an hour when, 15 minutes in, everyone begins arguing about when, where and what kind of food they will or will not eat and what type of motel they will or will not stay at for the night.
I’ve stayed in hundreds of motels across this great nation of ours, from smog encrusted California to the pristine, oil sheeny banks of the mighty Arthur Kill in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. From the Pat O’Brien’s tourist trapped, sticky red Hurricane rum soaked streets of the New Orleans French Quarter to the pristine, oil sheeny banks of the mighty Arthur Kill in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. From the Canadian owned and operated, how could they possibly be that friendly, I bet they say sarcastic things about me when my back is turned, jagged and slippery rocked Atlantic coast of Nova Scotia, to the pristine, oil sheeny banks of the mighty Arthur Kill in Perth Amboy, New Jersey. Yes, I always return to NJ. It’s not because I love it. It’s because I’m on probation.
Why Motels?
On long trips of 500 miles or more, the need to spend a night at a motel often arises. When I travel long distances by car, outside of knowing the ultimate destination, I don’t always plan ahead. I like managing my vacations the same way I manage my life and as far as I know, it’s sort of worked out very well. Depending on who you ask. Do me a favor and don’t reach out to anyone direct. If you’re that interested, I’ll get you a list.
Selecting the right motel is never easy as the motel industry, as a rule, has its share of nebulous characters and nefarious practices. Or is it nefarious characters and nebulous practices? I don’t have time to look it up. My wife has decided we need to get the house in order today and I’m already in trouble as it is. Anyway, while you sleep — scratch that. While you toss and turn at night or feign sleep so you can ignore the tossing and turning and complaints of your loved ones, the motel industry plots and schemes against you. If there was such a thing as reincarnation, and such a thing as karma, and such a thing as the entire motel industry dying and being reincarnated, it would come back as a Venus Flytrap. Most likely a national, loosely affiliated chain of Venus Flytraps.
What to Watch For and Consider When Selecting a Motel For the Night
On road journeys, there are two types of motel “environments”. You have what I refer to as the “Major Chain” clusters that exist in larger towns and cities and are located directly off the highway exit — your Holiday Inn Expresses, Hilton Garden Inns, Marriot Courtyard Suites, Comfort Inns, etc. They are often situated conveniently near six or seven major chain restaurants and two you never heard of but will check out to see if there is any local charm before heading over to Ruby Tuesdays.
The other motel environment is what I refer to as the “OK, I’m Getting Off At the Next Exit” category, situated in the, “For the love of God, the kids and I need to eat something and get some sleep!” part of the country which is two towns past all the major chains you flew past in spite of the whimpering and begging of your family. Generally, these motels are located on the outskirts of unincorporated townships where people who have faked their own deaths for the insurance money live.
Since this is not a large market area, these motels are often unaffiliated with major chains but will give themselves names that sound vaguely familiar and reputable like “Motel 6 1/2″, “Hollandaise Inn”, “Marionette Motel Suites” or “Hitler Garden Inn”. If you end up staying in a motel in this environment, whatever happens is as much your fault as the motel’s.
Restaurants in the “OK, I’m Getting Off At the Next Exit” category are practically nonexistent so I highly recommend that you pick up a copy of “Zagat’s 2013 Vending Machine Ratings Guide” before padding down the hall and deciding whether or not to spring for a microwavable cheesesteak sandwich with a picture of Artie Shaw on the label.
To be fair, the opportunity, though slim, exists that you may stumble upon a quaint, charming, independently owned motel in a remote corner of the world which is operated by a kindly, conscientious caretaker who has never stood in a lineup or spent weekends waiting on top of a large hill, mountain or garage roof to be picked up by extraterrestrials. Regardless, always keep your wits about you when assessing motel options. Legions of crafty proprietors across tourist trap communities all over America have learned that an enticing sign, facade and check-in area are the only investment needed to convince weary and road worn guests to sign on the dotted line.
It is only after, upon entering their rooms while pondering the limitless depths of their exhaustion and anticipating the good night’s sleep that will restore them in the morning, that the guests realize they have have agreed to pay $119.99 plus state, local, special occupancy, tourism and variable sundry taxes to spend the next eight hours in a room so sketchy, the Joads would have walked out to spend the night in their truck.
After years of staying in bad motels, I have assembled a list of experiences to remind me to look around and ask questions up front before deciding to check in or not. I hope this list will help you as well:
How to Tell You Are In A Bad Motel:
- The night clerk is also the day clerk
- The majority of the signatures in the guest book are signed with an X
- When you turn on the television all the programs are in Kinescope
- The shampoo and conditioner comes in soy sauce sized packets
- The water pressure in the shower is so low, there’s no need to dry your back when you get out
- When the towel you wrapped around your waist brushes against the dresser two coats of varnish rub off
- A sign on the air conditioner warns that if you turn it up to “high”, you must inform the front desk first and sleep under a table or doorway
- The desk clerk comes to your room for coffee
- When you hear the couple in the next room moaning and banging the bed against the wall, it’s because they’re scratching themselves
- When you call the front desk, the clerk says, “We’ve already been made aware of the situation” before you have a chance to speak
- When you meet a fellow guest in the parking lot or reception area they ask. “How long are you in for?”
- You can hear your spouse or kids trying to fall asleep by repeating the mantra, “What ever doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.
- You are visited by ghosts in the middle of the night and when they scream at you to get out, somehow you can just sense they are good ghosts
- The outdoor, in ground pool has a 1974 Dodge Dart “play station” at the bottom of it.
- You’re almost 100% certain that the brown eyes in the mounted moose head above your bed were blue the day before.
My recommendation is whenever possible, to always select a nationally recognized motel within a major chain cluster area. While a four star hotel and an advanced dinner reservation will enhance your marriage and delight your children, and a night at a clean and pleasant Holiday Inn Express will neither hurt or harm the marriage as long as there is some sort of pool to delight your children, a terror filled night in a joint called Eddie’s Hideaway Inn with an empty pool and a beagle with one eye snarling up at you from the bottom of it can lead to a request for separate vacations right in the middle of the one you’re currently on.
Negotiating the Motel Rate
The cost of any motel room is always 10% lower than advertised or stated over the phone. In order to receive the 10% reduction simply say the following, “Do you have a?” Before you finish saying the word “Do”, the check-in clerk will drop the rate 10%. My understanding is that the discount could be associated with AAA or AARP but I’ve never been asked to show a card or prove membership. I believe affiliation with AAA or AARP really doesn’t matter anyway because the motel clerk always marks up the room tax by an additional 10% . It is widely known that there are only three people in the United States who understand how the hotel/motel room tax is structured in the first place and the odds of you being one of them are slim to none.
Using Motel Pools
An indoor motel pool is always the highlight for most children and normally the requests to go for a swim begin at the same time the clerk is jacking up the room tax to offset your AAA or AARP discount. I have found the experience to be a mixed bag, with some motels going all out with large pools, free towels, attractive lighting and life preservers that aren’t actually bolted to the wall, while others seem to have “phoned in” their indoor pools, providing tiny, vaguely vat like cavities situated in gray, dimly lit rooms and located at the rear of the building where there is often a view of the highway you wish you were back on at that very moment.
While the shape, size and atmosphere may vary, there are two things that are common in every motel pool in every town or city in America. The first is that there is some sort of chemical reaction that takes place between chlorine exposed skin and industrially laundered motel sheets and towels that creates the sensation that your body is either slowly being consumed by a low grade acid or being attacked by millions of tiny insects. The second common aspect found in every motel pool in America is that no matter what time of day or evening you come in for a swim, there is a couple in the pool who are on their honeymoon.
So should you take the plunge? I don’t see any lasting harm as long as you don’t try to soothe your skin afterward with the complimentary free lotion the motel provides. I’m not a scientist or a chemist, but I will swear to you that there’s an ingredient in that skin lotion that reacts with the chlorine and industrial laundry detergent and believe me, if you slather that stuff on after going for a swim, taking a hot shower, drying your body with one of those 80 grit towels and then climbing under the sheets, you will wish you had never been born.
And as always, don’t go anywhere near the hot tub.
In Summation
Well, I hope I’ve provided you with some of the information and tools you need to choose the right motel for you and your family. Finding decent lodging should never be a chore and road trips really are the only option people have these days if they truly want to get to those destinations the airlines say they can fly to but then don’t because God keeps messing with their weather. If for any reason, after reading this article, you’ve decided motels are no longer an option, just remember there is always camping.
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