First desk guy okays parking my tiny motorcycle trailer in the handicap spot with my car. He also okays parking my motorcycle in closed drive through area. Next morning, parts stolen off bike. Then desk calls to make me mover everything because "liability". Next day, bike tires flattened, valve stem caps stolen. Desk says, no coffee in motel. Lobby was so smelly, I couldn't stand it. Got sick from fumes (I am allergic to chemical scents). Desk says it's their electric scented "candle" and, likely the large orange cat that appears to live in the lobby. Huge garbage cart on sidewalk next to room door. Either squeeze past it or go around the entire courtyard to avoid it. That would be almost as fun as trying to avoid the apparently mentally ill woman who lives there, wandering 24/7 asking odd questions. Evidently, the motel pool is open for the locals. I watched vanloads arrive to swim. No phone in room, weird old furniture, bathroom door didn't close.On the plus side, they did give me a price break when my reservation was goobered up by Expedia.