All seemed fine, but a little bouncy, until hitting the bumpy roads of Indianapolis. My gracefully aging BMW was clearly suffering. By fate (why coming), I checked into the Residence Inn in downtown Indianapolis (I generally stay at the desolate one near the airport, as it is right off I-70, but it was booked for tonight).
As I drove into the gated parking lot, it was clear to continue the journey would be unwise – better be stuck in a major metro area than in the middle of nowhere next to a corn field. The Marriott thankfully extended my stay by a day. I have an awesome view of downtown. Tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.
I will call Ress Motor Works, a 5-star BMW repair shop 3 minutes from the inn. Can they get the parts, or even schedule a repair tomorrow? What will it cost? TBD.
In the meanwhile, why sweat the small stuff? Millions are suffering because of Hurricane Florence, and I simply have a bit of a challenge to get to Santa Cruz.
The pluses: I had a fantastic dinner at the famed Sahm’s Taverns, had no idea that Salesforce had such a remarkable presence in this city and totally enjoyed the vibe of walking around an urban area much cooler than I could have imagined, but I passed on the cigar lounge pictured.
More as it develops. Life is truly an adventure, but not always a 100% pleasant one.
